Thursday, 4 September 2008
I Think I May Have Bought The Ugliest Bunch of Flowers. Ever.
Is that even possible?
I mean, that's a bit like saying "that bar of chocolate is inedible". I don't have much experience of either of these two things. Until today.
They don't smell, my disappointed three-year-old informed me, they feel papery and well, I don't really like them. They don't even have a name. "Mixed filler" is on the label.
In my defence all I can say is that we were rushing (what a surprise) and I'm on a budget (ditto) but wanted a bunch of flowers to make my yoghurt encrusted, dart pock-marked forty-year-old inherited wooden table pretty. Bit of a tough order, seemingly.
What I did the manage to do was choose the ugliest bunch of flowers in the supermarket (serves me right, hey, for shopping there). Still, it was a close call. My daughter wanted some bright yellow chrysanthemums. Thinking about it maybe I chose the second ugliest bunch of flowers. At least mine are purple.
Do you think I'm being unnecessarily harsh? Is there such a thing as an ugly flower?