When Cold Is Too Cold

Recital Bouquet - Before

When I offered to make recital bouquets for BG and her dance friend, I didn’t think twice about it and wasn’t even remotely worried about being able to pull them off. My only worry was going to be finding flowers in the colors that worked as I always try to coordinate with the costume colors. Since this year’s costumes were teal/black, amethyst/gold, and rosy pink, I knew it was going to be a challenge. I had no clue color wasn’t going to be my biggest problem.

The first picture isn’t great because I fully intended to take much better pictures to post later. This was the one I took to send to the other mom when I finished and I wasn’t concerned with quality. This was one of the two I put together. They weren’t identical, but they were very similar with the same flowers in both, but arranged just a bit differently.

I was so excited because they turned out really pretty. I do like I always do once they were finished and wrapped the base in some drenched paper towels and then in a plastic bag and placed them in the fridge I have in the garage. I ALWAYS do this with BG’s flowers because they are usually a surprise for her. She kind of knows she will be getting them after all these years of recitals, but she never knows what they will look like until after recital when she gets them and I want to make sure they still look their best.

Apparently, I was oblivious to the fact that last year, Hubby forgot to put them in the fridge for me and that meant I wasn’t aware or didn’t think about the fact that this fridge was new last year as our old one finally died. When I put these in there after I finished them, I expected the same results as always. That isn’t the result I got.

Recital Bouquet - After
Recital Bouquet – After

What I got when I went to grab the flowers just before leaving for recital yesterday was a sad, frozen mess. Yes. Frozen.

Apparently, my new fridge was just the wrong side of too cold and it froze the flowers. One of the bouquets was worse because it was closer to the back, but they both got hit pretty hard leaving me with utterly useless bouquets. The paper towels were a pretty solid mass of ice on the base of both. The one in particular looks like a saggy, soggy, droopy, half rotted mess. I nearly cried when I pulled these out and I felt utterly horrid that I had nothing worth bringing with me for the other girl.

I had offered to run and pick something up on my way out along with massive apologies, but the mom was super cool about the whole thing and said it wasn’t necessary as the girl didn’t know about the flowers and wasn’t expecting anything. I had a tiny handful of flowers that were either one of the odd numbers that didn’t get evenly split between the two or weren’t quite as nice as I’d liked that didn’t go into either bouquet that I quickly wrapped and tied so there was SOMETHING the other mom could give her girl.

BG’s bouquet didn’t get hit quite as hard and still looks kind of okay. The lily got hit hard and the edges are browned and most of the little baby roses in the front are droopy and a bit tinged on the edges while the ones in the back went flat where they were laying (something that DOESN’T happen if the flowers don’t partially freeze). I considered just taking that one, but it really isn’t all that pretty. BG was totally okay with it. She did get to enjoy it for a little while because instead of being a surprise this year, she helped pick the flowers out and gave her opinion as I was arranging it.

The recital was beyond awesome, as always, so the flowers were sort of nothing in the grand scheme of things. Still, I felt so, so bad. Both for BG and for her friend for not getting the beautiful flowers I had promised and that they both hugely deserved.

Author: TJ Fox

I am a slightly sane artist, amateur photographer, book addict, wife, mom and raging introvert. I have more hobbies than I can count, so it is beyond shocking that I manage to find time to do any of them, let alone most of them and still have time to do anything else. Of all the talents I claim, writing wasn’t one of them until my muse dropped the idea for a book on my head.

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