The FDIL has graciously exempted me from her wedding’s floral vision and freed me to get the corsage of my dreams. So off I went to the local florist carrying a plate from my collection of 1950’s movie theater giveaways.
I told them that I wanted a double orchid corsage and when they asked me what kind of orchid, I started to pull the plate from the bag. That’s when it occurred to me for the first time in my life that this might not even be a real type of orchid.
But all is well and boy orchids are expensive! Sami tried to pretend that he didn’t know what an orchid was because of a language barrier . Too late Sami – I already paid for it. I asked them to use two orchids and to arrange them so each was a mirror of the other so that there was neither top nor bottom to the design, just in case there’s something I don’t know about wearing a corsage. Not that I’m unwilling – I’m very willing but we live in a society that does not value the corsage like it used to.
Weddings and where else do you see corsages nowadays? Presentation of a scholarly abstract about vaccinations at an international physicians meeting? ONE WOULD THINK SO but nobody got me one. I should have gotten my own. Award ceremony in front of the whole company at the national meeting? Again, no corsage. Birthdays? Because my birthday is coming up and I will gladly pin on a camellia and sit in Houlihan’s behind a platter of Thai Chili Chicken Wings. The world needs more corsages.
Anyway, it did cost a wee tad more than I was expecting so I had to counter balance that expenditure with a dollar store purchase. Meet my new faux-effervescence plastic tumbler.
It was a busy day.