Friday, 7 October 2011

Slightly odd obsession of the day

To rescue the disdained carnation from its lowly incarnation. I admit, I used to be the most terrible carnation snob. I never understood what Fanny was doing with them in Don't Tell Alfred. But lately, I have discovered that, used as a single flower, they have a fineness all their own.

I mean, look at this:

I am actually going to go to the shop now and get some. It's a better displacement activity than Twitter. And perhaps a burst of floristry will allow my singed brain to regenerate for the next bout of writing. Sadly, I have no chic white pots, but I am definitely, definitely going to be doing balls.

1 comment:

  1. I've decided that it was Fanny's supposed faux pas with carnations that brought about my own carnation snobbery when I was younger. These days I tend to think to hell with Lady Leone and her fancy vegetable arrangements. Fanny was anti trend and anti fashion and her carnations were inspired simplicity.

    I'm still not mad on the big ones, but I absolutely love the teeny ones, and they smell so heavenly.


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