Hi, friends! I hope your day has been going well. Almost the weekend! Yay!
I’ve always been a bit of a packrat. I remember when my dad used his saw in our basement, I’d always collect the sawdust in little baggies and put them in my closet. I can’t tell you why I did this, because I don’t really know why I did this. I’ve always been a keeper of things. I still have just about every birthday card, party invitation, and thank-you note I’ve ever received.
And flowers. Oh, do I have a hard time getting rid of flowers. I can’t bear to, even when their water from them begins to stink up my kitchen.
That’s the story of these flowers. My Valentine’s Day flowers from Bobby. They’re still in the vase, the water either murky or evaporated. Seeing them in such a state makes me so sad. I wish I could breathe life into them again and make their stems green once more. But alas, my thumbs aren’t as green as I’d like them to be. As a matter of fact, I did (accidentally) kill a cactus once. It still causes me much distress.
But, I thought to myself, if I can’t bring a plant back to life, wouldn’t the second best thing be to give them a new life?
I took a couple baby’s breath and then some twine that I had bought for another project.
It was really easy, I just wrapped it around and then secured it so it wouldn’t fall apart. That being said, I’m not 100% confident that the flowers won’t fall out, so I may have to secure it further.
Thank you so much for reading! Have a great day!
2 thoughts on “A Packrat Composes Prose About a Vase of Flowers Past their Prime.”
What a great way to bring some good out of a bad situation! Very cute! P.S. I left my Valentine’s flowers in the water for too long too lol. But hey fresh cut flowers don’t last that long for green thumbs anyway (so I’ve heard)! 😁
Thank you so much! That’s true, too!!! I like your style, hehe!