May I interrupt your regularly scheduled Christmas to offer you a few stories of life in ye olde flower shop?
Where to start, where to start.....the house we were decorating in DC where the owner asked my coworker if she would place and climb the ladder at the back of the tree. This way is she fell, she wouldn't break any of the favorite ornaments that had been hung on the front. Swear to God.
And the law firm we spent a lifetime in last Friday?
Tomorrow we're sending a crew back to take down two decorated trees ( one of them being the replacement tree we just put up last Saturday) and 4 ga-huge wreaths.
They are rethinking their take on holiday decorating and are removing any symbolic gestures that might scream "It's Christmas" to those who don't celebrate this occasion. Fair enough I guess, wish they'd rethought it last week though, preferably before we got there.
Next year we'll be bringing in a winter solstice look. I guess this year they'll be celebrating Festivus. With the rest of us.
I couldn't make any of this up. I'm too tired. And it's only December 2nd.
And to add insult to injury I couldn't get any good pictures in the art deco house we didn't break any ornament or limbs in.
Just one shot of the loo,but trust me it was all this and more. Much, much more.
And no worries, we do laugh our way through all of these adventures. We live to tell the tales, over and over, year after year.
Every holiday Betty says "Jane, tell the story about the driver who stole the van or the driver who stole the jeep, or the driver who told us he lost all his cash and couldn't buy toys for his children and you gave him all your money".
And I do. Now I'm telling all of you too.
Anybody wanna buy a flower shop?