See, HCB doesn't really approve of cut flowers. If he were a public servant, he would bring the Freedom of Flora Act before congress, guaranteeing all blooms safety from the brutality of cutting shears.
But he went away to Baja to bump along dirt roads, wash down fish tacos with multiple Tecates, and take pictures of his motorcycle in barren succulent-strewn locales. So I was free to litter Ugly Betty with flora sans ridicule. And oh boy did I bring it.
In fact, I find now that I sorta can't stop. Every time I look up from my computer screen, scanning my inner thesaurus for yet another 'innovation' synonym, I catch a glimpse of something bright and happy. Which makes me feel bright and happy.
And I tell you what, buying flowers is the morphine to my clothing addiction. Or maybe it's the crack. There are real, non-shears related human and environmental perils to flower harvesting, so I do my level best to buy organic (which is no small feat).
So, yeah, it's yet another buying decision that must be made carefully. The best thing we can all do is start asking our favorite florists to buy organic, so we can enjoy a truly guilt-free purchase.
1 comment:
Dear you,
It's says a lot (of good things) about you that you litter your house with ranunculus. Word to the r to the a to the n to the u to . . . . oh forget it. Just good job.
Sincerely,
Bran
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