Ideal Bite

I don't mean to be a jerk, but if you send me roses (unless they are organic, of course), you lack imagination.  If they are in a decorative basket that I should later use for serving bread, it becomes even more apparent that you have NO IDEA what you are doing.

And if - god forbid - there is any sort of stuffed animal anywhere near said arrangement, you can pretty much guarantee that ours will be a short-lived affair.

(In the interests of full disclosure, I got precisely that arrangement once.  I stayed with that guy for three years.  This was a serious lapse in judgment.  I shoulda taken my cue from the flowers.  Oh - the meaning was right - the guy just wasn't).

Life used to be a bit more simple by being somewhat more complex.  In Victorian times, the kinds of flowers you sent were a code to your feelings.

So if you are feeling a bit coy, here's a nice little key to help you decide really what kind of (organic) flowers you want to send this holiday: http://www.victorianbazaar.com/meanings.html.  (Apologies for the fact that the background looks like someone vomited flowers all over your screen - this site makes the Unicorn Tapestries look naked and unadorned).

So, check it out, and you can see why - this year - I prefer receiving pansies to roses, and hope never to receive rhododendrons as a gift.

-Heather... off to rifle through old love letters...

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