The Magic of Grocery Store Flowers
The phrase "flower arranging" makes me feel like Lady Mary in a sun-soaked sitting room on the verge of tea with some bratty socialite I secretly hate. It's so above me, so unattainable, and maybe even unnecessary. It's just flowers. No one cares.
But then someone brings me flowers or I pick up that mixed bouquet at Trader Joe's because hello I'm not a robot, and I'm always surprised at how happy they make me.
But here's the thing. I usually just stick the whole bunch into the wrong sized mason jar (I own zero vases) and secretly wish I had a little Lady Mary training after all. Because my "arranging" looks plain stupid.
My solution for a long time? Just stop buying flowers. If they make me feel stupid, why spend money on them? Then I grew a brain and acknowledged I was being a lune. My inability to properly put nearly-dead plants in a jar should not keep me from enjoying flowers.
My solution now? Split up the flower family; it's harsh but necessary. Turning one overwhelming bouquet into a few unassuming small ones makes me feel like I know what I'm doing and I get to have flowers in more parts of my house than I would have. So I simply get a few pint jars and randomly drop stems into each until they don't look stupid... ish. Sometimes they still look stupid. But we've already established that we will look stupid, and the sooner we accept it, the sooner we can move into our lives as braver people, even when it comes to flowers.
So spend five bucks at the grocery store on a bouquet, and fill your house with little pops of stupid magic amen.