There are three big rules regarding the type of things I bring into my home. Okay, there are more than that, but we’re only going to talk about three of them today:
- If a piece of clothing can’t be thrown in the washer and dryer, it must be REALLY special for me to have to treat it separately;
- If it is not supposed to go into the dishwasher, it’s going to die trying; and
- If it’s a living thing, it should probably be able to bark or speak in order to stay alive.
Number 3 is really the hardest for me. I love having green plants in my home, but they are so often neglected that I rarely even bother. I used to try to bring home cute succulents or nice potted ivy, and Tom would remark, “Oh, look. You picked out another victim.”
It would be offensive if he wasn’t so right. Of all the plants I’ve brought home in the past few years, only two still survive. One is the Mother in Law’s Tongue that is nearing it’s two year birthday with me (GASP! Yeah, I know). It’s really true that it needs minimal attention, because it only receives water when I think about it and it’s grown so much. The second is the poor little succulents potted in the playroom. I walked in on Emma swinging it from the Donkey’s Tail a few weeks ago, but it has proved to be a fearsome foe for a toddler.
Even with my two black thumbs, I still feel the need to have some green life in my home. Plants just make a room feel more alive. So, I’ve recently turned to using realistic looking faux plants (not flowers, just green plants), and I think with the right arranging they look very real.
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