dreaming of daisies

i went through this weird 'rebellion' phase where i hated

a lot of 'pretty' things or at least the notion behind them.

one thing that suffered was flowers. for any special occasion

i was always given a red rose. with some baby's breath thrown

in. and i hated it. i felt that it was really impersonal cos they were

always pre-wrapped and always done out of obligation, no

thought or heart was put into it. i didn't (and still sort of don't)

even like roses, if anything i liked the baby's breath most.

anyway, a few years ago, i went through this 'transformation' and

slowly began patching wounds & loving pretty things again. now

i am pretty obsessed with flowers & have been on this huge

daisy kick! i just love them! in fact, once i get a working visa,

i wanna find a nice florist job. 

until then, would anyone like to buy me this pretty little dress?