The Forget-Me-Nots are blooming and they are my favourite flower! You can take that with a grain of salt as I'll tell you Lily Of The Valley are, when they bloom, and go into raptures over my Peonies in June. Today, I am in love with Forget-Me-Nots.
I did like them well enough to embroider 600 of them on my wedding dress in 1970. As a talisman, I must warn you, they only work for 26 years. After that, it seems, the spell is broken and he's free to go.
Luckily, I kept custody of my once a year vase! It's an unassuming little thing and not really my style. ~
It languishes at the back of a shelf until the Forget-Me-Nots bloom and I rush outside to snip a handful. Then, nothing will suit me for a container but this vase. ~
You'll notice I never trouble myself to arrange my florals. The flowers land where they will and I tell myself it looks more natural that way. It's so much nicer than saying I'm lazy.
The vase's days of glory will be short lived and spent outside when I am away from home. My little cat Maeve cannot stop herself from pulling the flowers out of the vase and it's best for all concerned that there not be any unsupervised visitation!
Have a day of enjoying something special!
Haha, I love this. It is absolutely perfect for forget-me-nots. I never arrange my flowers either. I lack the talent for it. But I figure that is the beauty of flowers- their beauty shines even in a "natural" arrangement ;) thanks for a fun post :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes, I go with LM Montgomery's putting a single bloom in a vase and worshipping it. Do we think she was lazy, too?
DeleteHey- That is perfect for the forget-me-nots! I just throw my things in a vase, too, and call it good. Of course, if there is company coming it might be another story.
ReplyDeleteYour wedding gown sounds beautiful. I got married in a Gunny Sax gown (remember those) and I hand sewed small daisies all over the bodice and neckline...uh...huh...those were the days, huh? xo Diana
Hippie girls can't be expected to learn flower arranging. Daisies were really happening! :)
DeleteI used to have a long pathway of forget-me-nots when I lived in New Jersey. I miss them so...I love your charming little arrangement.
ReplyDeleteKaree
I don't think I could live without them. You are being too kind about the arrangement. Seriously! lol
DeleteYour post had a flavor of melancholy. I love that you would sew flowers on your wedding dress
ReplyDeleteThe flowers on the dress were simple, four french knots in a circle and one in the middle. By about number 300 I was pretty sick of doing french knots!
DeleteHello Maureen:
ReplyDeleteWe rather like the idea of bringing out our tiny flower vase specially for the Forget-me-Nots. And, laziness or not, we too prefer more wayward and loose arrangements of flowers than their stiffer and somewhat artificial counterparts.
There was a touch of sadness with the memory of your embroidered wedding dress and a broken marriage. It is strange but Lily-of-the Valley does have a rather bittersweet 'feel' for us and your words suited that perfectly.
I like making something special out of something commonplace. I'm an eat off the good china girl!
DeleteWow Maureen! You embroidered "600" of them onto your wedding dress? Holy cow! That's amazing! ...and sweet. Love your once a year vase! xo wendy
ReplyDeleteThanks! If the weather doesn't settle down, my gardens will be over before I ever get to sit out there.
DeleteMy dear and precious friend Maureen I have been up early this morning fasting and praying for many on this National Day of Prayer.
ReplyDeleteI have prayed for you and yours and will continue to do so throughout the day.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
I feel blessed, already, that you have included me in your National Day of Prayer. It is so very kind and thoughtful of you.
DeleteI have loads in the garden right now - don't know why I hadn't thought to bring some inside.
ReplyDeleteMaybe because I don't have a cute forget-me-knot vase !
I once did a cushion covered in french knots, but it can't have been anywhere near 600 - I admire your patience Maureen.