Pink Parties

After a stressful and dark week I usually create a reason to play with flowers.  This week I didn't have to manufacture one - a dear friend needed some pretty for a fashion event she was hosting and one of my favorite little charges was celebrating a fourth birthday.

So, Saturday morning I bundled up and scuttled onto our snowy (new concept this winter in Chicago) roads to track down some grocery store flowers.  I then spent the next hour playing in the kitchen.  I could have quickly assembled the arrangements and gone back to the stack of papers that needed to be graded, which were sitting on the wooden table that might (definitely) have benefited from a nice dusting - but instead I took my time.  The differing shades of pink looked so nice in the morning light and Coltrane was shuffling through on the radio.  I had no good reason to hurry when taking my time would restore the little pieces of me that had drifted away during the week.  

I have posted a few of the pictures I took during building time.  Happy little flowers dancing along to Coltrane's saxophone.  

And if you are curious about the finished products...

This morning I freshened up one of the littles and carried it down the road to Ingrid's party.   "Bunny, I knew you would bring me flowers!  I love them and they will sleep with me in my bed tonight."

My festivities for the weekend have concluded.  My sequined sweater (Ingrid's choice) has been replaced by an ancient and holey Michigan sweatshirt that once belonged to Mom.  I am sitting in the lotus position on the floor - two stacks of reading on either side of me.  The last one I read scored a resounding F.  But, whenever I look up I see the yellow balloon Ingrid demanded I take ("Yellow, Bunny - because that is the color of the sun, and I am your sun") and my pink posies. 


I am reminded of the good in my little world.