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Bah, Humbunny ;)

And waiting. For Easter birds, Easter rabbits, Easter other cats, Easter porcupines, Easter whatever. No wonder my jade keeps breaking……


Posted by on April 15, 2017 in Day Job at the fffFlower Mines


everybody loves somebody sometime




feelin’ the love (sort of)

As many of you know, i am a floral designer by day, and this being Valentine’s Day “week”, i haven’t had much stitching time! It’s been more stressful this year, when people seem to forget it’s the same day EVERY YEAR DUH (and wait until the last minute, and then bitch because we’ve run out of things), but our flowers were stuck in the mountains for 48 hours due to the road and weather conditions! You should have seen me beetling around yesterday, “power arranging” vases and bouquets, making up for the days we couldn’t do it! I’m thinking of adding a “F***you Fee” to difficult customer orders…….


Every minute counts though, and a stitch here and there adds up. I’m loving this blue variegated on the axons and ganglia!


happies at work

Thank the deities for a fulfilling  day job.


I “retired” once from the biz, but am so grateful for the distraction and creativity, and the trust of my clients.



wine-and-or-coffeeWine or coffee? Coffee or wine? Whine, coffee. Wine, at home, after.


all-wrapped-upNew fffFlower Mines haute couture, garland boa. Warm, but a tad buggy and scratchy. Actually needed to wash my hair when i got home–teeny little wormie caterpiggle things!!!!!!!!!!

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Posted by on December 1, 2016 in Day Job at the fffFlower Mines


a slightly naughty Florist’s poem

Christmas is “official” as soon as the glitter comes home from work.   😉

A slightly naughty Florist’s poem….

“My heart’s all a’twitter
now that there’s glitter.
It’s in my eyes,
hell, between my thighs,
it’s even under my Ta-tas.
When I disrobe at night
what a sparkly sight,
I’m feeling like Lady Gaga.

And OH! I’m getting fitter
because his hands a’flitter,
it makes my man want to Boogie Cha-Cha!”


lost and resting

The slumps are here again. Two exhibits in the same time frame, and as always after intense periods of productivity, that means i don’t know where to go next. You’d think i’d be happy, energized, excited, but i always feel at a loss after finishing. My life is good, i like where i live and what i do at the Day Job, but in the time after the current work is completed, there’s always that feeling of something missing in the stoodio, that search for the Next Big Thing. I wish i could grab back some of the verve i had when i first started blogging 12 years ago: 4 posts a day, tons of enthusiasm, experimentation out the hoo-hoo,  “WOW, OMG, HOLY SHIT, THE WORLD IS SO EXCITING”——— where’d that girl go?

But this time i’m going easy on myself. There’s no race, no competition. I’m enjoying what’s left of my garden outside, admiring the indoor jungle, note making for C***mas at the fffFlower Mines, and not doing much of anything but observing and thinking.

The beauty of old roses:


Orchid cactus:


Funk of the week at the fffFlower Mines, Leonotis leonurus:


Odontoglossum orchid:


A sad sad Medinilla! Lost most of its leaves this summer, but valiantly blooming again anyways:


The Orchid Cactus blows me away:


And the very little i have done with needle and thread, the start of a sixth indigo moon:


….The art of the breakthrough is the practice of figuring out all the ways to not do it on your way to an insight….We find our way by getting lost. Anything other than that is called reading a map.                         Seth Godin