I Heart Fake Plants

I love fake plants. There. I said it. For years, I have tried in vain to grow houseplants. Years, people. And they die every time. Now, flowers…flowers are different. Artificial ones don’t look so hot in most cases; but, I can do fresh flowers because all I have to do is cut them, put them in a vase, and enjoy them. They’re supposed to die. Unfortunately, though, anything green doesn’t last too long in this house. I’m writing this post tonight because the mother-in-law’s tongue I’ve had for the last two years (seen at its best in this post) finally bit the dust after hanging on by a thin thread for a very long time. Its cause for ultimate demise is unknown, and frankly, I don’t care. I give up. I’m waving the white flag, and I’m buying fake plants from now on.

The thing is, every room benefits from a plant or two. As mine have slowly died off, I’ve felt our house is missing something. I don’t know why, but they’re magic in bookcases. Divine on end tables. So…I’ve replaced the needy things with plastic ones and I’m so much happier. No longer do I feel guilty when I realize it’s been three weeks since I’ve watered.

Here are some pics of my plastic pretties. And FYI…I shamefully even put this first one in the leftover soil from a dead plant because 1) I couldn’t be bothered to dump it out and 2) I think it looks more realistic!