I'm looking at this picture and getting REALLY into it. I may be slightly tipsy. Roses and wine make for good company. And I've had a lot of both lately.
I'm into roses in a big way this year. This week I've spent all my free time stalking various bushes all over town. I have my spots. Nea's a good companion for this. So is Asheley because she's stealthy and gorgeous. When we're sneaking clipped booty out of an Ikea parking lot and a security guard rolls by in a golf cart, you better believe having a bodacious blonde as an accomplice helps.
Hustling these beauties back to the studio I spend several different occasions primping them and arranging them. It's like playing with dolls sort of except these have thorns, and likely have been urinated on by every neighborhood hound. Whatever.
It's not the time of year most of us think of roses, I know. I should be talking about wreaths, since that's whats really happening work wise, and wreaths are all I see all over candy instagram land. Beautiful wreaths! half wreaths, thin wreaths! upside-down-inside-out wreaths, fern wreaths, edible wreaths etc. Everyone's wreaths seem to resemble them in soome way. Ours tend to be sorta chubbs and little goth. I gotta show you some soon.
Asheley and I took a quick run up to the farm yesterday to check on some feral cats that we parked there to control the rodent population. So far they just eat and look cranky. Oh cats. I never thought I'd go back to cats, but I'm desperate to save my tulip bulbs from voles and chipmunks. We've not named or photographed them yet, so it's like they don't exist except for when Nea finds their droppings in a newly planted ... tulip bed. You just can't win.
Hey, our shop is going to be open this weekend and every weekend till Christmas. It's like old times; we're selling soap and everything. If you are on our mailing list you know we have some snazzy new soaps and are making a small collection of unique wreaths which I promise to show you soon. Will you come by and say hello? We can chitchat about flowers and I'll cut you off to talk about Homeland. Trust that George Michael's "Last Christmas" will be on repeat Saturday and Sunday from 11-6pm.
Till then...have you seen some of the roses along the west side highway downtown? They are still blooming like crazy; the strangest little temperate habitat, snuggled from wind and cold by the city on the east and Battery Park high rises on the west, coddled by the exhaust of persistant traffic. Man and nature.