Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

I love flowers. Internationally, flowers have always symbolised beauty and feminity. So to write this post, I  went into my closet to write about my floral dresses and tops but I had none. Lots of stripes and geometrics, but no flowers.
Then I checked my shoes, no flowers there either.
Underwear drawer? No floral lacy pieces!
I started breaking out into a sweat as I walked towards the drawer that held all my hair clips. Yes! I found one bent out of shape flower clip that had been used once in five years. Not good.
Jewelery box? Nada
Perfumes? One bottle and a few minis. All of them oriental smells

I was perplexed. Were there no flowers in my life? Where have all the flowers gone? So I sat on the dining table dejected, ready to come up with an adequate post to explain the lack of flowers in my life. Then I looked up and smiled at the flower bunch wilting away on the dining table. And the wooden pictures of flowers I bought years ago. And the floral picture that I got from my wedding registry.

Ah ha! I do have flowers in my life. Just that I prefer to look at them and not wear them.

Sorry, bad camera phone photos