i deserve a prize.
today i met with my florist manija to finalize flower matters for the big day. manija is a 47 year old afghan woman, and i swear, i think we should be friends. after we were done talking about flowers for about 20 minutes, i stuck around her house, drinking coffee and talking about life and dreams, for another hour. again, we should be friends. for a second, i imagined us becoming life-long friends, where she would take me to her country and show me her hometown and cook me some yummy food. i really think she would do this. it could work out.
i get happy when i talk to old(er) happy people.
flowers from the bridal shower are almost all gone. just this one little hydrangea shek is still going strong, although you can see the flower leaves turning color. i like it. and the pretty wild flower aileen brought all the way from union square flea market - hanging dry as instructed from the jjolbaj herself.
i was never a flower person, but okay fine some flowers are pretty.
2 comments:
so pretty :)
and with the mason jars. i wish i could make this thing i saw in a magazine for you.
[this is all in a cute mason jar btw]:
layer one: freakin delicious looking raspberry jam
layer two: moist yellow cupcake
layer three: fatty cream cheese frosting.
you're supposed to eat it with a spoon and get all 3 layers.
gegoris.
i met up with someone for lunch today and the first thing they said was "oh good, you're not wearing leggings... it's hot out!"
forever jolb.
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