One of the positive aspects of wasting my time watching Downton Abbey is being inspired to keep fresh flowers at home (I actually drool on gorgeous bead work on ladies' dresses, and I really want to try to make one of those, but I have to try really hard to pull myself back.) This season, tulips what florists carry are astonishing. Not mentioning good old ones (my favorite), those wacky ones with wavy petals are so pretty. I would love to take all home.
I wish I could afford to buy flowers from, let's say, Winston Flowers, weekly, but I know it will end as a dream. I have to confess that I have to be economical and buy flowers not even from less expensive florists but from supermarkets (of course, for special occasions, I go to pricy florists, I am saying this for my defense). Often, ones from supermarkets are just good enough for every day use. Getting fresh ones is hit or miss. If I am lucky to go home with not fresh looking dead ones but genuinely fresh ones, they last for quite some time. Last year, a cheap bouquet of hydrangeas lasted a little shy of one month. Because they lasted so long, I called them lovingly "my monster hydrangeas".
It has been smelling heavenly at home since I brought back a bouquet of lilies and roses from Trader Joe's two weeks ago. Warm days are almost here.