As I promised Bee, I went full on cat lady.
Honestly, I didn’t mean to do it. I really was just planning on getting a kitten. Right? And then the adoption guy showed up with two little kittens for me to choose from and well, I couldn’t.
Meet Lox and Sox. I’m not entirely sure which is which since I’m constantly yelling at them and neither one answers. But there you have it. They’re lucky they’re cute since they’ve already destroyed my couch and an end table.
Which brings me to my next issue, or well, the issue that’s still an issue: money.
Bee wasn’t wrong when she said that I didn’t need a cat if I couldn’t feed myself. I still can’t feed myself and now I’ve got babies with hungry bellies. So I took my flowers and my woodworking and headed to the Romance Festival. It seemed like prime grounds for people in need of a good gift.
I setup shop right next to the bathrooms. No, it wasn’t the most romantic spot, but it was high traffic! Location, location, location, am I right?
“How quaint! A flower peddler here at the festival!” Who did this butthole think he was?
“Um, I’m not employed by the festival. Do you want to buy something?”
“Oh, goodness, no!” He smiled smugly. “I’m Chip! And you might be?”
“Busy. Get lost if you aren’t buying anything.” I shooed him away from my prime real estate so others could gander the goods.
“Of course. I’ll be back around later. You’ll miss me.”
Ugh. Some dudes. What a weirdo.
Unfortunately, nobody wanted to buy anything. People wanted roses or fancy vases or furniture. I had none of those. I packed up and left the festival empty handed.
Well, almost empty handed. I don’t know what came over me but I ended up giving Chip my number. He was cute, even if he was a bit of a butthead.
I did have a little bit of extra luck. Being the Romance Festival, I was able to find some wild roses growing around the festival grounds. Not about to miss out on an opportunity, I harvested all I could. I went home and worked late into the night and stopped only to sleep. I finished working the next morning.
I went all out. Roses, vases, I even took pictures for Simstagram. I wasn’t about to let more money pass me by. I couldn’t afford to, literally. The electric company was threatening to turn off my power if I didn’t pay by tomorrow.
I packed up my three new arrangements and headed to Willow Creek Riverfront Park in hopes of meeting some hoity-toity who might be interested in some roses for the holidays.
Everything was going great. My setup was spectacular. My flowers looked lovely. My spot in the park was front and center.
And then it started to rain. I’m not talking tiny sprinkles here either.
I mean giant, ass-kicking, huge drops of rain. People were annoyed and running for cover.
Everything seemed hopeless.
But, to my surprise, people stopped at my table and bought out my entire stock! I went home with $800! More than enough to pay my bills and buy some food.
I got home to a hot mess of a house. Turns out Sox sheds. Like…a lot. So I ordered a pizza and cleaned up the mess while I waited for it to arrive. Then I paid my bills and I’ve never loved paying bills so much..
I also treated myself to a makeover. A girl needs to look her best in order to sell flowers again tomorrow. Those bills aren’t going to pay themselves, you know!