Last weekend, I wandered into a flower shop to buy blooms for a friend’s birthday. Everything was beautiful and lush and wild, and I was happily putting together a lovely bouquet—until I realized that peonies cost $14. Per stem.
I love the simple, everyday pleasure of flowers. I treat my apartment, each week, to a bunch of feverfew or ranunculus, or whatever’s in season, and I think a bouquet makes an old-fashioned, charming gift. But I’m quite honestly tired of shelling out over $50 for the delivery of a standard-issue bouquet that I don’t even really love. (I don’t know about you, but it takes ages to sift through some pretty garishly assembled options just to even get to the handful that don’t make my eyes bleed—those rainbow bouquets destroy me.)
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