Fieldwork has relocated to the first floor.

A jumpsuit-like, unkempt uniform: my paint splattered jeans and over-sized sweatshirt. Today marks the first day, in seven, that I will not routinely wear garbage. And I will steam the white residual paint from my coif.
I've selected a presumably appropriate dress for this afternoon. It's peach. So is my lip-stick, my nail polish and my handbag. Given the temperate weather forecast, I intend to achieve my arranged attire, regardless of any unexpected springtime cloudburst or torrent.
...ah...What might make more sense is to announce the purpose of last week's disheveled appearance. Fieldwork has completed an anticipated project: the floral operation has relocated to the first floor of The Ford. Now occupying no. 106, here we hope to be more accessible to you and gain a bit more exposure. A few words: White, Peach, big, Olo, vintage, vintage, modern, garden, pretty.

Come see. Thank you.