What do you do when you feel like treating yourself? Do you grab a bottle of wine from the supermarket on your way home, or run a bath and soak in the bubbles until your fingers wrinkle and the water goes cold? Everyone has their ways to treat themselves every now and again, and mine is fresh flowers.
I love the way that flowers make you feel. I once got send a bunch of flowers to my office on the day before my birthday from a friend, and it made me feel really happy for the whole day. He had intended to send them on my actual birthday and then realised at the last minute that I had booked the day off, so a mass panic ensued to make sure they could deliver them that day, or it would have been ruined. It was such a lovely gesture, and something that I will always remember.
I love the colours and the scents and the way that the freshness of them transforms a room. I’m not a roses girl though; I prefer lilies and tulips and irises and all the beautiful flowers that you can imagine having in your garden if you were to live in a little country cottage with a thatched roof.
My mum bought me a bunch of flowers on the first day she visited the new flat; a mix of lilies and these intricate little pom pom flowers; a dusty purple that compliments the colours in my bedroom. The lilies are yet to flower so I don’t know what colours they will be, and it’s sad but I actually find that exciting. I can’t wait to see them bloom and smell them. There is nothing quite like lilies.
But lilies, especially calla lilies, are synonymous with death. Roses are the flower of love, and holly is supposed to resemble domestic happiness. Sweet peas mean shyness; sunflowers adoration.
And I know they are expensive, but sometimes you have to fork out for something that makes you smile every time you walk into the room, right? At least it’s not Jimmy Choo’s!