Ranunculus and Creeping Jenny

A few short months ago, I was living large-ish. Meaning, I could impulsively splurge on ruffled blouses and Shea butter hand lotions from Anthropologie, or go to Target for a few packs of gum and come back with three pairs of shoes, four tubes of mascara, and a pack of gum. Those days are no more.




My pea-pod size budget of the present consists of food and flowers. Sometimes not in that order.

For example, yesterday at work, a shipment of Ranunculus arrived. As I unwrapped each beauty with their antique-looking bulbs, hardy stems and dinosaur-paw leaves, I couldn't help but hide three in a corner to take home with me. Bye bye dinner budget.



Cutting the extravagances out of my former budget has been a lot like cutting refined sugar out my diet. After a few painful days, or weeks, you stop craving the brownies and the cupcakes. They evoke an 'Eh, I could take it or leave it' response instead of a 'OMG OM NOM NOM'.

(Disclaimer: I'll never stop craving York Peppermint patties)



In the same way, ruffled blouses and Shea butter hand lotions evoke an 'Eh' from me lately. I'd rather have these lovely Ranunculus and Creeping Jenny living by my bedside while I breathe their floral air and eat popcorn for dinner.


* A special thanks to Richie Kelly for not murdering me upon discovering I planted flowers in his Cuisinart strainer (you are a saint..a saint I tell you!)