Hope springs eternal when one is clueless, like me. Recall that ghastly flower arranging course I took last May, where I made a table centerpiece that looked like something out of a MadMen awards dinner? Well, the NYBotanical Garden revamped their entry-level Floral Courses, so I thought maybe they had gotten the message that the floral world is actually presently functioning in the 21st century. So, impulsively and dumb-dumb-dumbly, I signed up for "Floral Design Fundamentals--Style." Below behold the first class's result...two oasis-based inert centerpieces, one already picked apart, formerly featuring tall cattails jammed into a base of mums, supposedly resembling a landscape. The other, I guess, looks like a giant cupcake. That is my personal bastardization of so-called Biedermeier style. Because the styles we had to do were just so bad, and the teach acknowledged as much, I just acted out. The hapless teacher was himself a last-minute substitute who didn't really know quite what to teach us, in that he recognized the curriculum was a tad archaic, but was required to teach it nevertheless. I feel sorry for the chap, but nevertheless, what do I do? There are no refunds if I drop out. I wrote a complaint letter to the director of the program, and hubby predicted I'd never hear from them...so far he wins the bet.
I mean, it's fun shoving ugly flowers into oasis for three hours, but to what end? Sigh. Have another slice of meatloaf, or would you prefer cupcake?