Yesterday afternoon, procrastinating me started thinking about my flower arrangement entries for the fair, which are due on Wednesday afternoon.
I opened one of the kitchen cupboards and staring boldly at me, obviously begging to be in the fair, was an Eiffel Tower martini glass. "I'm for the A Touch of Glass dry floral arrangement," it proclaimed.
"Okay," I said. "Let's go." We went to the office where I set the Eiffel Tower martini glass on the drawing board, into which the poor Husband keeps bumping as he goes in and out of the office.
Before I knew it, the dried green moss called out from its basket on the floor, "Hey! Hey!"
Bammm! A handful of moss planted itself in the glass, draping itself wha…