I have always been in love with flowers. Always.
And bonnets apparently.
Because of this love/addiction I’ve always spent money on flowers. Even when I have no money. A lot of people see it as a waste of cash but picking out, arranging and looking at fresh flowers does more for my mood than a bucket of assorted anti-depressants.
So the other day when I was in a bit of a mood I did a U-turn from the direction I was headed in and squealed right into the florist’s parking lot banging all of the other cars in my way. Just a little trick I picked up from one of the Malachi brothers.
$45 later I walked away with an armful of big, beautiful flowers. Hydrangeas, stock, a couple of things I don’t know the name of but liked, and some greenery.
How could this not make you happy? You’d have to have the ice cold heart of a bonnet hater.
Some time after arranging the flowers I did a little garden clean up and cut a couple of branches off of one of my rose bushes. I’ve never done that before, trimmed off entire branches that were in bloom. But the rose bush is huge and it could definitely handle a little hacking. And a girl can never have too many flowers or too much happiness.
So I lopped them off like Van Gough’s ear and carried them inside.
What’s the point of this post? I have no idea. It might be that you shouldn’t feel guilty about indulging in yourself every once in a while.
Or just because someone else thinks what you’re doing to make yourself happy is stupid, doesn’t mean it is.
Or if you’re innovative and creative enough you can make something beautiful out of nothing.
Or … the point of this post could be, if you liked flowers and bonnets as a child, you will like flowers and bonnets as an adult. You just won’t wear a bonnet because people will think you’re weird.