Salutations! I hope all is going well with you as we head into a shiny new year. We’re doing just peachy I suppose, but I’m afraid I must confess to a bit of a struggle getting back into the swing of things after our long holiday. Apparently a full two weeks of late nights and even later mornings make it next to impossible to rise before the sun after the lazy days of vacation are over. So much for that feeling of a fresh start, our mornings are sluggish and rushed all at the same time, if that makes sense. Maybe next week we’ll be back up and running. Vroom, vroom!
Well, it seems resolution time came and went and I never gave it much consideration. The thought of self evaluation and goal setting makes me cringe. Mr. Manly is so good at that sort of stuff. He sets long and short term goals and has the willpower to stick to things.
I went ahead and let myself off the hook this year for my usual new year goal of exercising more and eating better. We started something along those lines last spring and somehow managed to stick to it. Of course Mr. Manly more so than me, like I said—he’s goal oriented.
And now for the fun stuff… flowers. What if resolutions were more fun spirited and less self critical. Something along the lines of promising to buy more flowers, eat more chocolate, plan more lunches with friends, and double up on date nights. Ahh… that would suit me just fine, and I’m certain I could stick to it all year. I’m sure there are worse things in life than overindulging in fresh flowers and doddleing the afternoon away with friends. Maybe that shall be my resolution of sorts. Who’s in?
I don’t usually go for already prepared bouquets, and when I do I like to deconstruct them into smaller groupings. But there was something about this one I really liked, it reminds me of an English tea time. The deep purples and pinks are so romantic and as a bonus they match my miniature schnauzer Miss Paisley’s sweater. They also compliment the blue floral shabby chic pillows that I like so much. I removed a couple of weird swirly sticks that were sticking out from the middle of the bouquet, cut the stems shorter, and wallah—an English posy.