I spent last night snuggled on the sofa at my friend Anne's house in Portland, refreshing delta.com to see when I can go back home to the city. I came out to the West Coast last week to do flowers for a Kinfolk shoot and after several canceled flights, tomorrow night I will be shuttled cross country back to my cat and boy, my studio and truck and flowers. I'm stranded in a Stumptown. It could be worse.
Portland is putting on a good show. Lots of gloom and drizzle, hot coffee and really wonderful friends. So much food I think I need new jeans and I haven't even hit up Bugerville for a pumpkin milkshake yet. Being a traveling florist and working on shoots with really inspiring people- I'm still overwhelmed that this is a job. Feeling grateful, and also grateful that my truck didn't get a big ol tree through the windshield back home. Cat is alive. Boyfriend and buddies are safe and dry. Parents have power. All is quiet on the eastern front.
These are some flowers from a job for Levi's last week. I'm facing down winter and as a florist it means jobs like that are now worth a million since weddings have slowed. We have big plans in store for the quiet months that include dreaming up new ways of working with flowers apart from the usual event rigamarole, and I can't wait to step off the roller coaster for a bit.
I've been really in love with the studio lately. The view from the roof (and my windows) of the East River is a knock out. It sits directly on the river, and it's the only place I can go that really cements my appreciation for the city. It's hard being so far from home while everyone suffered the storm. Greenpoint, where the studio is, really had a rough go of it and I'm anxious to get back to my home away from home.