Top o’ the morning to you. Mind you, I hate St. Patrick’s Day for personal reasons – just the anniversary of something better left unsaid – but it used to be a nice, inoffensive holiday with a lot of drunks and green beer and the occasional IRA infiltrator. My love of gardenias came from that day — I was living and working in NYC and went out during lunch and they were selling them (as well as green carnations) so I bought one and smelled it all afternoon. Yum. So we have two questions today.
First off, what flower are you, your outer self and your secret self. I’m a peony, full blown and gorgeous and so powerful I know down all the others and sometimes my own stem (which leads me to another interesting metaphor — that even a peony needs to be propped up by others) but my secret self is a gardenia.
You gotta come up with at least one flower for you (I just realized this about gardenias — I always thought I was straight peony all the way).
And then, we get the week ahead. I need to write. I’ve got a proposal waiting, but I’m on the cusp of a major decision, and I need to reach out and embrace what I love and not think at all about what someone else approves. I think I’ll go back to Spain.
Plus I need to finish Alison’s quilt, plus Emily’s baby’s quilt (Emily being Richie’s niece and the only member of his family I like or can even tolerate). Oh, my god, and Alison’s bassinet sheets! You know how babies go through them. Erin has one, and they’re an odd size and cost $21 a piece. Yeegods. So sewing is in my future. So is my bedroom. I know, I’ve said that before. But I really have to try.
What’s on your agenda for the week?