Oh God here I am again wanting you to do something on a Sunday.
Put some flowers or find somethings flowered in your house and take a picture, or two or five of it/them and link it up.
Monday, the 10th, we'll do February Flowers In The House, yes?
Let's have a house party!
It's February, it's bleak, it's cold and for many of us it's snowy.
For a handful of us it's Valentine's pregame.
Here's how my week will go:
Monday: FITH and an extensive physical for upcoming surgery.
Tuesday: Massive amounts of flowers will begin arriving, phones will be ringing and men will be unable to stand patiently in line to place their orders. They will stick their heads back and ask if it would be easier if I took their order.
Wednesday: More of the above. When we walk out of design area to get flowers I advise other designers to keep eyes down and not make eye contact.
It's like the zoo. If you look them in the eye they think you're going to feed them.
Thursday: Phones ringing off hook, designers imitating windmills as flowers are placed in vases, water changed and cards added. Everything done in double time. Boxes of flowers still arriving, flowers cleaners stumbling up and down uneven tread staircase with 5 gallon buckets full of water and flowers.
And now the men are bringing in their children thinking this will break down the waiting time, cuteness factor and all.
No. Still can't help you. Have to do 1000 orders for men who stood in line on Tuesday.
Friday. God save the queen.
And yet I still want to do flowers in the house?
My mother always said I was a glutton for punishment.