I'm helping a friend decorate his apartment, a project that takes up a lot of weekend afternoons as we piece together the items needed, starting with the bigger ones and working our way toward knick knacks and bric a brac.
This weekend- a faux plant for his room. Obviously , a young, unmarried guy didn't want a living obligation so we headed off the flower district to find a fake flower store. I was surprised by the number of options, though many were shilling some pretty atrocious attempts at fake plant life.
Just as I was beginning to get a bit annoyed, we popped into the Center of Floral Design. I knew immediately it was going to have the one. A lovely salesgirl helped us, walking us around the ficuses and palms, discussing the merits of bamboo and appropriate ceiling to height ratios. They had the most lovely flowers as well.
