… Like this blog, for example!
But no, today’s story lies elsewhere. Specifically, it began a year and a half ago when I was in a friend’s wedding.
(It was beautiful. I was the maid of honor. It’s always great fun to have a chance to dress up and be pretty, and get flowers!)
After the reception, I somehow fumbled my way through the spelling conscious channels on the internet to find out how to preserve flowers. Then, I drunkenly stumbled down the stairs of the basement in my parents’ house, in heels and a floor length dress, to the dark basement room where we store the preserves that we make every year. I found some twine laying somewhere, and tied the flowers up and hung them from a shelf, and promptly forgot about them.
Then, last weekend, I was rooting through the obstacle course that is our canned-goods-storage room: