Nana Would Be So Proud

I know no one who hates to throw things away more than my mom. There is always some art project or possible future, unforeseen use for everything. She has graciously passed this trait onto me.

So the Welcome Home flowers were dying. At least some of them were. The leaves were decorating the counter and the apartment was starting to smell a bit. But some of those flowers were still hanging in there. Ever my mother's daughter, I was not about to throw them all away. Instead I pulled the whole thing apart, discarded the stinky ones, and rearranged them using the same vase they came in. I am actually quite pleased how it turned out.



Thanks mom