If my ability to keep up with blogging is any indication of any future parenting skills, then I’d say I’m an expert-to-be. Some have indicated that the first step is doing a better job than your parents did. Seeing as though my dad has a severe “clicking problem” and thinks everything on the internet is a lie, it’s clear I’m ahead of the game. I also have been getting Parenting Magazine since I was a freshman in college. I have no idea why – I didn’t sign up for it – but it won’t go away. On top of that, it was coming to my home address (unbeknownst to me) which started to concern my mother. She thought maybe there was something I wasn’t telling her.
None of this has anything to do with flowers. But the rest of this post does.
Remember that amaryllis I was telling you about? Well, it’s dead now. I didn’t get very far with taking pictures of it because the leaves made it look unruly. I refuse to post pictures that aren’t “instagram worthy.” So here’s an artsy-fartsy photo of a painting I did about 3 years ago. The current state of this plant isn’t important (it’s dead – though the killer is still at large.) What’s important is that I have immortalized the plant in oil paint.
Stay tuned (it could be one week, it could be three months) for my next post about the arrangements I made for Valentine’s Day (may they also rest in peace).