It's always difficult to convey how many flowers there are in our house when I'm prepping for an event. There are SO MANY flowers.
While I was making arrangements, each one developed a theme that I started repeating in my head:
- Dark heart/rainbow explosion
- Poppies like paper in the wind
- Lipstick ombre
- Dark romance
While I was making a bouquet, this happened. He appeared like a magical polar bear.
I didn't know samoyeds existed. I have since gone down a #samoyed Instagram wormhole. We also had another visitor - a chow mix, another dog for snowy days on an 80+ degree LA day - who according to the owner, was only very interested in people doing tasks. It's true! He watched me intently while I was tying flower bouquets, and then got bored when we tried to pet him.
Oh right, flowers.
This year we finally learned our lesson on not going out for dinner on Valentine's Day - usually a combination of prix-fixe-feels-like-a-conveyor-belt restaurants and the worst traffic of the year (who knew Angelenos were so romantic?)
Fittingly, the candle was from a previous Valentine's Day - it was slowly burning while we were watching TV, then a whole slab of wax fell down, and went through the vent holes on the cable box - somehow it still works. We decided to leave it.