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It's insanely hot in brooklyn and i've melted into one big puddle of frizzled hair and freckles.

I spent most of yesterday buzzing around saipua's flower cooler, pretending to be, oh I don't know, fixing and moving flowers when I was really just soaking up the extra refrigeration.



(And for the new kids- I assist the most truly awesome florist ever. Her name is Sarah and the shop is called Saipua. If you're not familiar, go and look at her work. But only if you're prepared to have your expectations so wildly exceeded that you will never ever look at arranged flowers the same way again.)

Is it me or does our vintage your extra touch florist cooler seem, uhh, slightly suggestive? Just sayin is all.

Wildflower bridesmaid's bouquets up top, garden roses down below. Those bouquets are going to be sauntering down the aisle tonight so wish them luck. Hopefully they won't wilt in the stifling heat.

These photos were snapped so I could have a reason to poke around in the cooler for longer because it was really that hot.

In fact, this whole post is just a ruse.

My "picture taking" was a diversionary tactic to distract Miss Sarah R. from my obsession with needlessly going into the cooler. Oh please, don't tell her. These days, I live for my cooler time.