Meet Emma. She’s a florist with a bit of a Victorian view of the natural world. Each day she comes into her flower shop, turtleneck and a long skirt - no neck or ankle skin, thank you. She does not like to discuss any topic that may be considered…off-color. As she sets about her floral arranging, she is careful to avert her eyes from the flower’s stigma. She doesn’t care for the way it asserts itself. The pistil reminds her that she herself has a reproductive ovarian system within her and it makes her sick to her stomach. Don’t get her started on the stamen (because she would never discuss a perversion of that nature with anyone). Emma understands that reproduction must take place in order for her beloved flowers to propagate, but she cannot abide the prolific yellow abomination that currently blankets her car, her home, her clothes. It’s a disgusting display of love-making for the world to see! Last Christmas her well-intentioned niece gave her a Georgia O’Keefe coffee table book, and Emma became so aflame with embarrassment that she tripped over her long skirt and sprawled to the floor, exposing calf, in her haste to try and exit the room. She cannot make eye contact with orchids. Tulips require her to hum Happy Birthday repeatedly, lest certain bawdy jokes spring to mind unwillingly. Emma has 5 cats and she listens to Kiss From a Rose in the bathtub sometimes. 🌹 TAKE HER HOME!
Kate runs a thriving charity benefiting the homeless and somehow has time to be a doting mother to four children. And has her yoga certification. And no chin hairs....
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.