I stopped into ABC Carpets today to get a little hit of color and texture and met a lovely woman, Shanta, at the flower counter who was making the teeniest, tiniest bouquet of dried flowers! The delicate nature of each small flower and the way she was putting them together delighted me. I asked her is her pink bouquet was for sale and with delight she said it would cost me seven dollars. I added one tiny flower to the bunch and thanked her profusely for her gorgeous arrangement. I clutched my fragile bunch of flowers the whole way home, from Union Square to Sunset Park and now they sit on my mantle and bring me such immense pleasure, it’s crazy. It really is the little things isn’t it?
