This is my desk on "work".
I've been watching a lot of PSAs lately as I'm studying to get my permit. At 28 I figure it's probably time to learn to drive.
On the fateful day I invented 'Baby Mermaids' the brilliant Sandra Gaddis and I were running on sleeplessness, giggles and hot tea. Apparently this is the exact mix I need for pure genius. It's been years since the spark that made Baby Mermaids, and nothing as creatively spectacular or clarifying has happened to me since, until....
What we will call THE PERFECT STORM (which happened today) I had a semi-lame but acceptable blog post ready to roll and scheduled to go live. I planned to be in bed hours ago, but this PERFECT STORM must be shared, and shared with you now on the evening of its birth.
On Sunday night my friend Sam brought me these.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE ENCHANTING?
(Incidentally if it's years since this post has happened and my future husband is reading the archives of this blog in our penthouse apartment across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I want you to know I never expect these blooms to be topped, so no pressure)
There are a bunch of white roses that were somehow magically dyed to make rainbow blooms. They have been in a place of honor on the windowsill since the fateful day they were delivered. This afternoon after days of not sleeping and pushing myself too hard between job-job and licensing clients and follow up from Surtex (it feels like months since I've had a weekend) AKA PERFECT STORM... I panicked in a way that only happens when you are delusional from not sleeping. What if they were getting too much sun?! I picked them up and moved them to the kitchen table out of the harm of
gama sun rays.
In the process one perfect petal fell from its rose and in theatrical Beauty and the Beast style floated to the table....
I was instantly devastated, proof that I need to go to bed. BUT THEN, my eyes did that criss-crossy thing that they do when you are looking at a magic eye poster or smoking crack ;)
In fast non-thinking trans like motions I started tearing petals. One after another.
At 8:00PM - prior to the next creative chapter in my life. My workdesk looked like this.
It's obvious what we're looking at here, right?
OK, if you can't see them, maybe you're a healthy girl who goes to bed and remembers to eat ;)
They're fairy wings!!!
In homage to the masses of UK followers we have here at Amber INK's WOYWW I thought they would most likely start out sharing a spot of tea. As in, "would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"
They weren't working out exactly the way I thought they would in the moment I cannibalized my bouquet of beauty. Exhausted and blurry eyed I crawled to the kitchen, driven by the power of suggestion to brew a cup of Earl Grey...
Now spit-spot - Off to Julia's to peek at ll the other desks,
the ones that aren't presided over by sleep starved idiots ;)
I blogged this at She Sure is Sketchy too. I Couldn't help myself. Too excited ;)