Please place all judgment aside when reading this post. Things I am about to tell you might come off as a little bit creepy/weird…
Back in October when our mama came in town to visit for Molly’s birthday I purchased a potted orchid plant from our local Central Market (kind of between a Whole Foods and a normal grocery store) to surprise Molly. This was October 21st to be exact. Ever since that day I have had a literal obsession with the flowers. Every day I would wake up and count the number of new blooms that had come out over night and watch the plants progress. Not. Kidding. Molly thought it was realllyyy weird. Now she finds it quite endearing. Who wouldn’t?
To make myself sound like less of a freakstamaniac I am going to acredit this back to my college Education class in science where we had to plant lima beans and observe then write about them in a journal three (!!!) times a day. Now that really, really sucked. Bad. But those were lima beans and these are orchids. Beautiful, beautiful orchids.
I loved that orchid plant that I bought on Molly’s birthday with all of my heart. Love, love, loveddd it. (In case you’re wondering it was a pale celery green color). Sadly, the plant dropped its last flower a few days ago – January 21st. Three months to the exact date that I bought it. That plant is speaking to me. I swear it! Don’t worry, when I saw the green one dropping its petals I quick ran to our nearest Central Market to purchase another. This one is white with cactus flower-colored speckles. Right now she has fifteen blooms and one more bud left to sprout. I water it every single Sunday and check on the flowers a few times a week. My mom has told me that they’re very tempramental so I just want to make sure everything is ok. You know?
At this point I am kind of feeling as if these pretty flowers have got to bring some sort of good luck. Molly and I are verrryy lucky people. And I think the vibe in our little apartment is just that much better with a living, beautiful plant perched in our family room. My next move? Succulents. West Elm has an insane amount of them right now (miniature cacti too) that are just begging for me to buy them and love on them. Already picturing them on our coffee table. It has been proved that having live plants can make one happier, you know. And I’m pretty sure “they’re” right.