I bought myself flowers yesterday. Roses, no less. This is a thing I’ve always had a weird hangup about: I would only buy flowers for myself if I was in a relationship. If I wasn’t, it felt weird and sad and somehow like giving up. What can I say, the neurosis is strong with this one.
Anyway, I was at Trader Joe’s and I saw these white roses with red edges and thought, those are white roses painted red. I must have those. I must festoon my living space with those at all times. So I bought them. Now I have to figure out what form that should take. I think about the rose closet at Kingsland Ward and get all giddy, but that would require a fresh flower budget I can’t really afford. So maybe something a little more restrained but still wild.