More Party Notes.
Today I met with the florist, and that was quite lovely. I talked about my impatience with gerber daisies and red roses, and she seemed to be on the same page. There will be glads and belles of Ireland and hypernicum and spray roses and lilies and stuff. I did not dig in my heals and insist on dahlias, because I know they can be pricey. Ooh, we talked about my favorite kinds of asters, and she told me the proper name for them...I forget. I'll have to check my notes. I did not tell her about my desire for basil in the arrangements. Professionals don't respond well to that. There has to be a give and take with these creative types. I'm the client, not the creative, so I try to let them do their job. The problem, of course, is that I want to be doing their job. I try to be gracious, though. They are doing a service so I can just hang out and relax.

My dress came today, too. Months ago, I'd thought about busting out a few bucks on something from Anthropologie or Betsey Johnson, but back in reality, I bought a simple little shift kinda thing from Eddie Bauer (waited 'til it went on clearance), all dobby weaves and A-lines. It's a really flattering shade of blue that I frequently forget is a good color for me, will be a nice contrast around all the orange and yellow flowers. It's sleeveless, though, and I will need to get my arms back to human proportions. Seriously, the dress fits well, but I don't think I can afford to gain another pound.

I worked a bunch, and now I'm wired. N was up at 3 a.m. and passed out twenty-two hours later. I hope he's not overdoing it. He works so hard, and I worry about him.

Any moment now, I'm going to get ridiculously tired and fall into bed.