My 24th birthday was a few weeks ago, on January 15th. I spent the entire day before it in our annual Tax Season Kickoff Meeting. (Try not to be jealous) When it was over, I came out to my car to find it washed and detailed inside and out and a gorgeous arrangement of pink roses in the cup holder:
I hung them up to dry in our guest bathroom and set the ribbon aside in the kitchen to use for the jar. I even told Trent "Hey don't toss this ribbon, I'm going to use it."
Oooooh I cried. I was SO upset. STUPID DOG!!!!! At first I wondered how she jumped all the way up to the shower curtain rod to tear down my precious roses, but when I went into the guest bathroom I realized it was my own fault. I had not secured them well enough and they had all fallen down. Luckily, she had not destroyed them all and I salvaged what I could, making sure to secure them better this time. But Lucy even got the ribbon off the kitchen counter as if she knew it would add to my heartbreak. UGH!!
I persevered. The flowers dried successfully and last night I put together my first rose jar. It turned out great, even though it is not completely full of flowers. If the dumb dog hadn't destroyed some of them, it would have been the perfect amount. Alas. But I love it anyway! While I was putting the flowers in the jar in my craft room I hollered out to the living room at Trent, "Hey babe, I'm using needle nose pliers in a craft project." "That's ma girl!"
I put the little bitty pink baby's breath lookin' flowers as a layer on the bottom and then a few on top too. Then wrapped some pink yarn around the top and tied it in a bow. Ta-da! I am going to make a cute tag to tie onto it to tell what the flowers were for, but I'm not sure how I want to do that yet. I think I may ask Trent to get back in the birthday mood and write a little note for me and date it. We shall see.