Kettlebells and carnations π
The washed-out yellow walls in our dining room, this red and white checkered tablecloth, and this white, pink-bordered carnation in a tall empty Ovaltine glass being used as a vase is such a vibe.
There's also a bunch of dried grayish-blue flowery weeds to help add some contrast to the singular carnation.
It's like a talisman for joy.
I used to not believe in giving out flowers. At some point I just got my wife, then girlfriend, some potted plants instead. They were still pretty, of course, and we were travelingβso the idea of fleetingness was there since we couldn't bring them back with us. But since they were potted, we could at least give them a chance.
Maybe the landlord will continue watering it. π€·
Now that I live with my wife, I get to see where the flowers go and how they liven up the space they're in.
I've come to appreciate it so much that I now also look forward to getting my wife flowersβnot just because I love her, but also because I now enjoy their presence in our home. π
We're still a long way from making our lil house into a home to vibe in tho.
I mean, right now, there's a kettlebell on the sink... π
Don't worry tho. We're marinating in whimsy.
