The studio has been humming lately. Our usual pursuits have been abandoned to log some serious face time with foraged wild persimmons and dahlias from Frances' garden. My friend Siri has been helping here a lot, and along with Kait, they keep me together. Siri always wears stripes to work and impractically stylish clog heels. I always wear the same thing I wore yesterday. Consistency- it's key.
The studio is now full of dirty vases, at least 30 of them. About 6 old coffee cups. A deflated air-mattress. Just laying down for a minute turns into your intern arriving on her first day to find you face down, asleep at 2pm because you've been working since 6 in the blink of an eye so it's best just to not even go there.
This bouquet is from last weekend, a little in size but big in spirit wedding that was spun from a Gilded Age, mahogany lacquered library on 5th Ave. There were 3 tables. 30 feet of hydrangea garland. 300 votives. A mega-massive flower and dripping candlewax taper extravaganza at the bar. Going back after midnight to clean up the party was devastating. Being both the maker and the destroyer could keep a girl up at night. Good thing that it's impossible to keep your eyes open from sheer exhaustion on the drive back home. At a red light on 14th street, I had to beg a chinese fire-drill because I couldn't physically drive another block. A handful of flowers came up to the apartment and Michael put them in a vase while I passed out.