When people ask me why I make so many paper flowers, I tell them the truth.
“Because real flowers hate me.”
No, really. Whatever I plant refuses to grow. Believe me, I have tried.
The people who used to live here planted some gorgeous flowers, including some a bush of luscious pink peonies. I felt very proud thinking this would be the first time in my life I could harvest a whole bouquet of home grown flowers. Which I did. And they were great. FOR TWENTY MINUTES.
They started like this…
…but the wilting set in within an hour and advanced overnight. I put them in the fridge for a while thinking they needed a pick me up, but no such luck. They lost the will to live.
I told you: real flowers hate me.