If you follow my blog at all, you know how I feel about flowers. If you don’t, here it is plain and simple: I. love. flowers. So, so, so, SO much!
The other morning I went to downtown LA bright and early in the morning, mainly to pick up my floral pass for the next two years, but I decided to pick up some stems whilst there. It was a terrible morning. Not sure why but I felt I was “out of the mode” and I ended up spending $21 on over-priced flowers from a vendor that I wasn’t super impressed with, colors I wasn’t pleased with and walked out totally bummed on the experience. Typically I love the market but it just didn’t happen for me.
In fact, they’ve been sitting in a bucket with water just waiting to be arranged, all wrapped up, until tonight around 6pm. Over 24 hours! So, I went ahead to Alberston’s and picked up a few more small bunches to whip up a bouquet for myself, because I NEEDED to.
The results:
Alstromeria, 2 packs of carnations [dark full sized and mini lighter carnations], spray roses, and deep purple calla lilies.
This is how completely NOT into it I was: I wrapped the bouquet in that cheap-o “paper-y” ribbon that feels terrible to the touch, creases instead of bends, and is 100& unpleasant. I pinned it up the back with some cute red-headed pins to salvage my pride a bit, but it is what it is… and I’m content with what it is.
Yep. Totally not my fave. Totally uninspired. But, this is why I dubbed it my “therapy bouquet”. It shows me not only how easily I can become “out of practice”, but more than that, that I need to just jump back on the train and good things will still happen. After all, it’s still pretty, fresh flowers to fill my home with their implied smiles [don't you always think of flowers as smiling?], and for that I am so grateful! Even if I was gouged with the prices at the market!
Oh, and P.S… mind my ‘zilla hair. I went to Disneyland earlier today [which was empty and SO much fun] and the water rafting ride over in California Adventure completely soaked me. I took my pony tail out 10 hours later, and it was still wet. Eeeew! Love me anyway!!
xoxo,
A.
