Last week I decided that a fourteen year old girl should come home to fabulous flowers on her birthday. I picked up a pretty fall colored mixed bouquet for $12 while I was shopping at Target, but knew I could jazz it up with some of the gorgeous foliage I’ve been adoring in my neighborhood.
Armed with my trusty scissors, I headed out for a little walk with Ollie, snipping crimson leaves as we went, trying not to look suspicious.
After adding the leaves into the bouquet, I felt like it needed a bit more filler, so I grabbed some ivy from our planter out back and some berries from a few shrubs we have by our trampoline.
For twelve dollars and some free foliage, this is what I ended up with:
I am in NO WAY a professional florist. I like to call myself a professional faker. I’m happy to poke and prod at an arrangement until all of the holes are filled and there are different levels and interesting things to look at. I think this particular arrangement is effective because I chose a low vase and cut the stems pretty short.
The birthday girl gave me the ultimate compliment though, when she “couldn’t believe I’d paid for a real florist to do flowers for her birthday.”
Shhh . . . she doesn’t need to know. Go to the grocery store. Buy some cheap flowers. Then look around your yard for the extras. You too can be a faker.