See, it all started a little over a week ago. My office at work has one wall which is almost entirely window. It looks out on a beautifully manicured rock bed of trees and bushes and ultimately over the entire parking lot. The sunlight pours in all day and I've made a habit of opening the blinds all the way to let in the sunshine. Often (because I'm probably a workaholic) I don't even notice the outside. However, when the sage bushes are in bloom I so love the green (my favorite color!) and purple explosion of flowers that I often extoll the virtues of the sage bush. This happened last week. The bushes right outside my window were a riot of color similar to this picture. I happily chirped to my office co-workers how very much I loved the flowers which bloom in a rather random fashion. I further detailed how very much I love them when they bloom because blooming ruins the shaped grooming that is so prevalent in public and corporate landscaping here in the Southwest. "The visual asymmetry of the blooming sage is a sight to behold" I might have said enthusiastically. One might have wondered why I have so much time on my hands to go on and on about the sage bushes. In my defense, I'm relatively passionate about it.
Cue the next day. I'm happily working away (having opened the blinds upon arrival and privately thought to myself "How beeautiful!") when the buzz, hum sound of trimmers fills the office. Sure enough, the groundskeepers had arrived for the routine grooming of our landscaping around the office. I watched as one by one my colorful bushes with their sporadic shoots full of blooms were cut off only to fall on the ground as useless waste. Because I am just that weird, several co-workers now had to listen to my dismay. "Isn't that too bad", "I was just saying....", "All those beautiful flowers..."

So, imagine my combined embarrassment and amusement (big belly laughs resulting in a red face!) when Jan came to my office yesterday. She mentioned my bush was still blooming. She pointed out that it was still the only bush with flowers. She highlighted the fact that it happened just outside my office, as though it was a blessing meant only for me. She encouraged me to look closer to see if I could still see the Michael's price tag.
WHAT?!!!

Needless to say, the entertainment lasted a few minutes as more and more people heard our loud guffaws and exclamations. Soon, more than half of our small group knew my gullibility. As detailed oriented as I am (and I can manage to keep quite a few details up in the air at the same time), I can be so focused on the trees I've no idea I'm in a forest.
We use crafty and craftiness here at Contagiously Crafty quite a bit. If you Google the definition, it doesn't usually include in any definition a mention of paper crafts, etc. Here's another definition from Dictionary.com:
crafty (ˈkrɑːftɪ) | |
— adj , craftier , craftiest | |
1. | skilled in deception; shrewd; cunning |
Yes, my friends, Jan is definitely crafty.
bwahahaha, I think I like this Jan that you speak of.
ReplyDeleteThat is one fabulous post and I thank you for sharing. It brought a smile to my face. And to know that you have a caring, sharing, albeit crafty, person in work to make you smile. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAwww..... what a story!!!!
ReplyDeleteHahaha I'm still smiling at your story, I was mad at the landscaping people but your friend's kindness warmed my heart. You are quite a storyteller!
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