Welcome to Thursday’s Confessions. A new weekly feature where I confess, before you my sisters and brothers, the silly, the ridiculous and even at times the shameful. Why? Because confession is good for the soul. Even in Blogland.
Confession:
I like paper flowers and real flowers and fabric flowers that I can wear like a brooch.
I like cabbage roses and climbing roses and heirloom roses but I do not like the typical “dozen roses” long stem roses. I do not really like any kind of lilly. They look pointy and snobby and untouchable. I like flowers that are lush and curly and full. Flowers that are a bit of a mess and look best all clumped together, shoved into a mason jar. I do not like succulents at all. They look like rubber and the 70’s. They are the polyester of plants to me. I love hydrangeas and sunflowers and Gerbera daisies and real daisies and snapdragons and sweet peas and stock and peonies and poppies and wildflowers of all sorts. Gardenias are beautiful and smell wonderful but they are not good for cutting and putting in vases. I love the smell of honeysuckle bushes and I love the look of cherry blossoms and dogwoods, but I adore mimosa trees more than any other.
Confession:
If you send me a beautiful commemorative tin of delicious English biscuits (shortbread cookies) I will squeal with delight like an itty bitty girl. And then I will eat them. All. With no regard whatsoever for my waistline.
(Thank you Penny, you are the bestest!)
The end.
So with you on the flowers. I thin lilys smell bad too. Especially the stargazer ones. And honeysuckle is the bees knees of smells.
While my favorite flowers are: jasmine, gardenias, and zinnias, I love lilies because they smell DIVINE. Also, I find Tiger Lilies and stargazers kind of gorgeous. If you get any lilies by mistake, send them my way!
I forgive you!
So enjoying your confessions – they're good for my soul, too. In pretty much 100 percent agreement on the flowers (except maybe the lilies).