plus-one

My apartment is spotless, or relatively so. Had a bridal shower here this afternoon. There are a few things out of place, but it is so lovely and clean. And there are flowers, like these pink ranunculus(es).

One year it was my New Year's resolution to have flowers in the house every week. Fresh ones. I can't say where I got most of them, only that it involved surreptitious bike rides, late at night, on campus, with my friend Z. He is living in France these days, so there's no one to yell "Cheese it! The fuzz!" when the campus police show up.

My dad goes to estate sales on Saturday mornings, and he called me today to see whether I'd like a box of vintage ribbon. I thought he meant yards. He meant spools. There are about 10 spools of cotton/printed ribbon, three of grosgrain, two of velvet (one unopened), and then a bunch of other, random/partial ones. Wow. I'll have some in the shop, for sure. I can't wait to use them! These are some of the cotton ones (with a yellow velvet one in the lower right-hand corner).

Hope the weekend is good.