nuclear winter

well, it seems i got my winter back. its sleeting here this morning.

i grew up 10 miles from indian point. when i was around 4 or 5 my sister and i were home with my dad when the alarm went off. not realizing it was a test, my dad went berserk trying to get us and some things together to evacuate. i couldn't find my shoes and started crying.

you know, that's just the world we live in. we have a lot of people who require a lot of electricity. i felt guilty the other day because i wanted to blow dry my hair instead of leaving the house with a wet head. what a luxury! people who say they don't want nuclear power? how you gonna blow dry your wet head and leave all the lights on when you walk out the door?

i'm not championing nuclear power here, i'm just tired of people saying we should shut nuclear plants down - an impossible scenario without some serious creativity in current politics.

juicy

One nutty day after another...today I get to go to midtown twice (don't be jealous) fight traffic, flip ones out the window at maniacal access-a-ride vehicles while deanna tears through the streets, flinging flowers left and right. exhibited here; this morning's event. a corporate job in a raw space in the Manhattan Mall.

I like how the construction crew's tags match the flowers. Didn't plan that though.

When I switch lenses, I usually throw up my deuces and snap a shot so I know where the switch happened, but this time it looked sorta nifty:

madness ensues

it was a massive production day

come 2pm, eric brought us snacks. I'm not sure how to say this, so I'll just put it out there; they were double stuffed oreos baked inside chocolate chip cookies.

and i've been at home alone (the first time in months, its incredible!!!!) for the last hour thinking about it, armed with a bottle of wine, linda ronstadt and photoshop

bye!

happy spring, fools

I get real real cranky about spring. People come out of the woodwork and walk around giddy, making happy plans to do things like picnic and go for bike rides. Fuck that, I'm glad that it's sleeting out today. And I'm going to continue hoping for near-freezing temperatures for the next few weeks, while I keep the shutters closed and listen to will oldham on repeat.

That's all.

OK so I might organize a trip to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden to see the magnolia grove because it's going to be in full bloom by the beginning of next week. But thats all.

free flower friday -

Hey Emma! You are lucky number 45 - best send me your contact info so we can get you your flowers!

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by the news this morning. I guess it helps to remember that good things are still happening. Small things, daily things. And then I just remembered that today is Thursday; the day we give away free flowers. That's a small nice thing that I am happy to do today.

This arrangement went to a weekly client. I realized that this client has gotten ranunculus in every single arrangement since October. Today I said to Asheley; NO RANUNCULUS! So she made this gorgeous piece. Then I stuck 2 stems of yellow follies in there and sent it on it's way...I know better than to mess with a good thing.

Comment to win flowers delivered to you at your whim this weekend.

California was great, but let me tell you I am effing TIRED and real behind now on work stuff.

It was a whirlwind of a trip, an amazing trip - but a real workout. Traveling flower classes is no joke. Fortunately we only travel to destinations where where there are hot tubs that you can rent by the hour, copious amounts of wine, deep tissue massage, and friends to play you lulaby's on the keyboard from the Tori Amos anthology as you crash on the couch.

We'll get to talking about the three amazing classes over at the LFS blog soon. We met so many people. So many lovely creative people. So many FLOWER people!

We got to spend lots of time with the choos and play with their dogs, universes colliding. How nice to have new friends to plan world flower domination with.

We got to catch up with old friends from college and drink cocktails in backroom bars. Meet all our west coast flower wholesalers in person. Ate at Chez Panisse. Bikerides to the ocean. Oogled the blooming Japanese magnolias in San Fransisco and then watched the horors in Japan unfold on the TV Friday morning at the flower market. (We're trying to put together a benefit class on Sunday April 3rd...more on that as soon as I can find a venue...)

I want to talk more about the coffee. The coffee in California is GOOD. They brew it all cup by cup, serious business, siphons, I'm talking 5 or 6 dollars a cup serious. I had one cup from a place in Oakland called Subrosa and it conjured the old loving feeling of a true caffiene high - the euphoria, the good will, the light giddy-ness I haven't felt since my teens.

Coffee Bar in downtown LA, loved. Cole Coffee in Oakland real good. Blue Bottle - Liked. Intelligensia in Silver Lake pretty good, but a hot guy works there who reminded me of Eric and I liked that.

I'm back!

WARNING! NSFW

God bless internet-scouring assistants. And long live the anthurium.