The Lilies Of The Field Are Trying To Tell You Something
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Got sent some anonymous flowers recently.-Well, the flowers weren't anonymous (they were roses, their actual names a mystery to me, although the one on the left did look like a bit like a Charlie)but the sender was. It was nice, in a slightly creepy way. So, because of this:
I have been researching the Victorian Language of Flowers. A Victorian suitor would send his beloved flowers, each of which had a very specific meaning, in order to communicate what his true feelings were.-Perhaps a wee bit passive-aggressive, but I'd rather get a bouquet of hollyhocks than an email ANY day, thank you.
So here's a selection of the Language of Flowers circa 1885, and afterwards, my own 2009 version.
Language Of The Flowers, 1885 version
1) Camellia: I live in gratitude of your perfected loveliness
2) Chrysanthemum: I admire your cheerfulness through adversity
3) Damask Rose: I worship your brilliant complexion
4) Fuschia: The ambition of my love thus plagues myself [Note:- What??]
5) Peach/or Peach Blossom: Your qualities, like your charms, are unequalled.
6) White Rosebud: You are too young to understand love [Note:I get that one a LOT.]
(Here is the website to learn more: http://www.victorianbazaar.com/meanings.html)
And...Here is The Language of the Flowers, 2010 Version:
1) Dandelions: You're okay, considering. I guess.
2) Poppies: I love you, but not more than I love prescription medications.
3) Carnations:My God, you're beautiful. My God, I'm cheap.
4) Rare Orchids: Aren't these exquisite? I'm sleeping with your sister.
5) Daffodils: Your optimism is touching. If delusional.
6)Asters: These are asters. -No, that's it, that's the message. Sorry.
7) Peach colored sunset roses: Your skin is like a flower petal at sunrise, and I think i might be gay.
8) Red roses: I think you're swell, I think you're aces, and I think it's 1947.
To sum up? Flowers are a beautiful means of communication, but I wouldn't try to leave a note for your cleaning woman with them. "Lobelias, canterbury bells and ferns...that means VERY CLEARLY to empty the dishwasher, Magda!! For pete's sake!"
love,Peri
Got sent some anonymous flowers recently.-Well, the flowers weren't anonymous (they were roses, their actual names a mystery to me, although the one on the left did look like a bit like a Charlie)but the sender was. It was nice, in a slightly creepy way. So, because of this:
I have been researching the Victorian Language of Flowers. A Victorian suitor would send his beloved flowers, each of which had a very specific meaning, in order to communicate what his true feelings were.-Perhaps a wee bit passive-aggressive, but I'd rather get a bouquet of hollyhocks than an email ANY day, thank you.
So here's a selection of the Language of Flowers circa 1885, and afterwards, my own 2009 version.
Language Of The Flowers, 1885 version
1) Camellia: I live in gratitude of your perfected loveliness
2) Chrysanthemum: I admire your cheerfulness through adversity
3) Damask Rose: I worship your brilliant complexion
4) Fuschia: The ambition of my love thus plagues myself [Note:- What??]
5) Peach/or Peach Blossom: Your qualities, like your charms, are unequalled.
6) White Rosebud: You are too young to understand love [Note:I get that one a LOT.]
(Here is the website to learn more: http://www.victorianbazaar.com/meanings.html)
And...Here is The Language of the Flowers, 2010 Version:
1) Dandelions: You're okay, considering. I guess.
2) Poppies: I love you, but not more than I love prescription medications.
3) Carnations:My God, you're beautiful. My God, I'm cheap.
4) Rare Orchids: Aren't these exquisite? I'm sleeping with your sister.
5) Daffodils: Your optimism is touching. If delusional.
6)Asters: These are asters. -No, that's it, that's the message. Sorry.
7) Peach colored sunset roses: Your skin is like a flower petal at sunrise, and I think i might be gay.
8) Red roses: I think you're swell, I think you're aces, and I think it's 1947.
To sum up? Flowers are a beautiful means of communication, but I wouldn't try to leave a note for your cleaning woman with them. "Lobelias, canterbury bells and ferns...that means VERY CLEARLY to empty the dishwasher, Magda!! For pete's sake!"
love,Peri
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