Sometime when you make flowers for a living (in glass) and all you do is try desperately to grow them outside during the two months of windy summer but realize that the big honking blooms you get at a flower store are mutants and only grow under mystical circumstances, the only thing you can do to get close to them is to get a part time gig at the local flower factory. So I did! Happy summer of making bows and watering monstera and loosing my sense of smell!