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.