Yesterday, I bought this fabulous bouquet of flowers. I couldn’t believe that it was only $2.99 for 10 stems! I placed them in a large vase on my island. Fresh flowers in the house make me feel so put together. The house may be a mess, but if there are fresh flowers, I somehow feel at ease.
I aspire to be one of those women in Paris who is toting a brown paper sack with a baguette and bouquet of flowers peeking out the top. What is it about those women that seems so appealing? I suppose it seems like they have it all together. As they stroll home from work they grab fresh bread and flowers for their eclectic little flat in the city. Now is this something that I just picked up from the movies or is there really women like this wandering around? The thought makes me happy when I am staring at flowers in my home, and yet depressing when my house is a mess and I’m wiping butts all day. I always thought I would have loved the single life of living in a little apartment. Sometimes I feel like I left a chapter out of my life by not accomplishing this. Then, I slap myself and realize that I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. For one, I am so paranoid that I would have never made it on my own. Two, I would have had to provide for myself and struggle. That’s no fun. Number three, I had my sweet Jaxon in my stomach when I turned 21. I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I don’t care if I could have been a “baguette girl” for a few years during and after college. I love that I went from my parents house straight to living with my husband. No in between single life for me. What a great feeling to always have a friend or companion in the house. How lonely I would have been in my quiet apartment at night. “Baguette girl” may be lonely and who knows how many pounds she’s packing on by eating that loaf alone at night. And, how much money is she wasting on fresh flowers every day (Dave Ramsey would not approve)?
So, maybe I went on a bit of a rabbit trail with this. My point is, I love having fresh flowers in the house, and it makes me happy. Maybe for one second, I can pretend I am “her.” My mind is always quickly brought back to reality as the smell of a dirty diaper wafts my way.
Lol. Very cute. I like this one. I might have to pick up some fresh flowers today.