Jen Hinson

Hello... hello... hello... is there anybody in there?

Jen Hinson

Well, first off, I don't particularly care for Pink Floyd, so there's that.  BAD experience with an old boyfriend that thought the Floyd was the Second Coming (the baby Jesus, not the criminally maligned second Stone Roses album), and I still get a bit twitchy at The Wall.  

Okay, that was random.  Welcome to Clara's Garden, the coolest little flower shop in Iowa.  My name is Jen Hinson, and my beloved mother, Meredith, owns the Garden.  She's the brains and I'm the hustle.  She's the money, and I'm the mouth.  She's the DJ, and I'm the rapper. We're both screaming pinko feminist liberals, so if you're a customer of the opposite political persuasion, I would tell you to approach these posts with caution.  Don't want to offend my fives of readers. 

Also, I sometimes refer to Ma as "Ethel."  Don't ask me.  I'm prone to nickname people. My dad is strictly "Johnno" or the "cranky old codger."  He's not really old. 

You may notice that concept of the rules of grammar is sporadic here.  One of my English teacher friends once told me that I have a "distinctive voice." That's my story, and sticking to it and all that. (I never bothered paying attention to the parts of speech bits in elementary school, because I couldn't be bothered)

That's about enough insufferable for today, so onto the link-o-rama.  

-If you are on Twitter, follow Jason Isbell and his wife Amanda Shires.  They are talented and hilarious. 

-Teen Vogue rocks our socks.  Go on ladies! 

-Our big cool friend, Linda Doan of Aunt Willie's Wildflowers, is such a purely kind and gentle lady, and was just a delight to get to know at her "Happily Ever After Workshop."  Honestly, I was more relaxed after the class than after a full workup at the spa.  Her Instagram is awesome.  
Till next time, y'all.  Play nice with others.