There is something very sweetly therapeutic about hot glue-gunning fake flowers onto a little plastic headband. I have no idea what it is, but my goodness, I am as addicted to making and wearing flower crowns as I was to The Saddle Club in 2002 (concerning levels). Here is a picture of me wearing my latest one with the recurring enigma of this blog, the velvety man himself, Lewis...
...who doesn't EVEN laugh at me when I wear flower crowns that are double the natural circumference of my entire head.
This post is victim to my internet's downloads being totally used up for this month. You have no idea how long it took to post this. Unfortunately the insight within, versus time it took to publish this post do not even out. All I have to offer you today is hidden within a big pile of cheap fake flowers and not-made-for-adult-sized-headbands. Do with them what you will (but I recommend making crowns. And lots of them).
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