Best Buy aggravates me. To pass the time, I usually hole myself up at the DSLR section and drool over the various expensive lenses. For reasons unknown to the world, Best Buy had not one but ZERO lenses to scope out. Which left me to trot around after Jason like a lost puppy from aisle to aisle, electronic to electronic. Talk about a buzz kill.
The sun came out and we made our way to JoAnn. I sprinted inside and began weaving in and out of aisles while showing Jason "the goods". But he didn't really need me to entertain him. While I loaded my little cart full of florals, Jason shot the breeze with FOUR men he knew (shopping w/ their wives). Of all places, I knew no one. I spent an indecent amount of money on silk flowers, a galvanized pitcher, the latest issue of Threads, and the biggest York peppermint patty I could find.
As a bonus, we had supper at Olive Garden. I savored each bite of bruscetta and the spoonfuls of chicken and gnocchi soup. Garlic and balsamic vinegar perfumed the room. The wine was flowing. I was drunk on Olive Garden. When I opened my eyes between bites, they fell upon a handsome woolly bugger in overalls and a camo ball cap. His face plastered with disgust. I clearly was not dining in Italy. I was in the chicken capital of the world on a date with Mr. Yoder. {Good times!}
When we returned home, I locked myself in my sewing room. I have a hard time "crafting" anywhere else. To spruce up my cubicle at work, I arranged this:
Between the arranging of flowers and chronic love of Italian cuisine, one thing remains true:
I am my mother's child.
P.S. The arrangement in action.
