The flower obsession is getting worse. I wake up thinking about flowers having fallen asleep thinking about flowers. I don’t know where this came from, but I’m pretty sure it’s not going away any time soon. I love buying flowers, I love designing them and forcing people to look at what I made, even while they’re working. The problem is I can’t stand the idea of throwing them away when they no longer look young and perky. It goes against everything I believe in. That’s why there are dead flowers all over my apartment in full vases of water. I’m hoping for some miracle that will bring them back to their former glory. In the meantime, I tell them the same thing I tell all the other aging beauties I know and love. Just drink.