Aren’t these roses beautiful? They’re from a bush my late father-in-law gave my mother-in-law some years ago. I love that pale lemon with the pink blush on the edges.
And yes, I have once again used a shot glass (that I wasn’t using for my usual 10am round of vodka shots) as a vase. Classy. Well, I think it is now that I’ve tied a matching ribbon around it.
Do you think the roses will like that vodka they’re in though? It’s good quality stuff. None of your back-yard, fermented potato peelings stuff for my blooms.
Nah, just pulling your leg. They’re in water. As if I’d waste a whole glass of perfectly good vodka on flowers.
Despite being surrounded by little girls, I’m no Miss Hannigan. Yet.