Mom had plastic flowers

In the early days of their marriage, my mother would change the furniture in the house periodically.  She enjoyed finding new ways to place furniture, until that fateful night when Dad came home late, went into the bedroom in the dark and sat down on the bed........only the bed had been moved and he landed on the floor!  That was the end of my mother's furniture arranging.

And so relegated to leaving everything where it was, I, too, became stifled when asking if I could change things in the house.  What I was allowed to do, however, was change the plastic flowers.  Mom loved real plants but with babies and lack of time pushing her in another direction, she indulged in plastics.  There were vases of different colors, styles and size and various kinds of flowers.  Usually I was able to find enough fitting a particular season and used them on coffee tables, end tables and wherever a spot could be found.  Mom enjoyed watching me plot and plan, carefully choosing which went where and how each went together.  It then became my "job" to change the flowers each season.

What neither of us knew at the time was this was the beginning of my budding career in decorating and design.  Mom, an incredible force for pushing the development of any spark of creativity she saw in us kids, totally missed the mark on this one.  It wasn't until I accidentally fell upon the practice of interior design later in my 20's were any of us aware my creativeness could actually be a career. 

Today with so many beautiful silk renditions of reality on the market, I still change the flowers but in my own home.  Silks, no longer the unrealistic looking artifacts of the past, have been used generously in model and show homes, offices and wherever greenery can enhance a spot.  I mean, who wants to water plants anyway?  Not me.  I can't seem to learn which is what plant and what each needs when.  I loved my job at home and will continue to think of home every time the seasons change and my bins of silks open once again revealing their beauty just waiting to be shown.

Thanks, Mom.


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