Covent Garden Flowers;Tuesday [08/-7].
Tuesday, August 7th, 2018 07:25 amThough she was completely convinced that the weekend had been a highly potent delusion of some sort (something in the cafeteria food? Something in the water?Simply more paint fumes?), Astrid had also found it incredibly inspiring, especially considering how real the paintings she'd done over the weekend were. So she made a quick pit-stop into Turtle & Canary on her way into the flower shop today, where she purchased a few old style alarm clocks with a lot of gears and parts that she could break apart into pieces, and then start gluing those pieces onto some of the more plain and simple flower pots for a nice decorative effect.
She didn't think Peter would mind. She'd taken care of all her usual duties first and, of course, would make any customers who came in a priority, and if he did have a problem with it, well...he could take the pots out of her paycheck or something.
If anything, it helped pass the time, especially since the plants seemed well-behaved today, and it helped distract her from the fact that she'd actually written a letter to her "adventure-poetess mother, locked away in an asylum for hysteria" this weekend, a letter that would surely make Ingrid question her daughter's sanity and/or cause her to mock Astrid's poor attempts at being overly literary or imaginative, making her wonder which one of them was the one who should really be locked up...
...no, no, that was definitely Ingrid. Astrid may be slowly going mad in this place, but at least she hadn't killed a person.
Covent Garden is open!
She didn't think Peter would mind. She'd taken care of all her usual duties first and, of course, would make any customers who came in a priority, and if he did have a problem with it, well...he could take the pots out of her paycheck or something.
If anything, it helped pass the time, especially since the plants seemed well-behaved today, and it helped distract her from the fact that she'd actually written a letter to her "adventure-poetess mother, locked away in an asylum for hysteria" this weekend, a letter that would surely make Ingrid question her daughter's sanity and/or cause her to mock Astrid's poor attempts at being overly literary or imaginative, making her wonder which one of them was the one who should really be locked up...
...no, no, that was definitely Ingrid. Astrid may be slowly going mad in this place, but at least she hadn't killed a person.
Covent Garden is open!