Roses

I'm back, albeit begrudgingly. Does anyone else bore of the endless blogger/twitter/flickr cycle? Don't you want to just, oh I don't know, chuck the macbook out the window and take a walk around the block?

My exciting news is that I'm now working at Saipua full-time, arranging flowers and coordinating with brides-to-be. I'm in the love business, as Ginny would say. It's been 2 weeks already and I'm thrilled beyond all understanding. Best job ever.

It's bittersweet, though, because I had to leave my dear job at Moon River. I love that store and those people to bits. They threw me a surprise goodbye dinner party, complete with pretty dresses and a puppet show in 3 acts. A PUPPET SHOW.

I was at the botanic garden snapping photos when I realized I did basically this same rotting november roses post one year ago. Funny what a difference a year and a splurge-y camera make, even if the idea is the same.

This past year has been a total whirlwind, it feels like practically everything has changed. I'm now a live alone workaholic, with more jobs and less money. More readers but less to time to write. More pressure and less energy to cope. It's all terribly exciting and nerve-wracking.

Let's continue this tangent come next november's dying roses post, okay? I'm boring myself to tears with all of this existential dribble.