You probably didn't notice, but the baby's breath was mysteriously absent from the photos of those two dozen roses that Andrew gave me for Valentine's Day.
No, the delivery man didn't nab them to braid his own private Princess Bride crown.
I pulled them out of the bouquet to do double duty in The Guest Bedroom.
I love roses. I love baby's breath. But, to me, roses and baby's breath together is like an arranged marriage between curtains and tassels. So I came up with this instead. What do you think?
(On a side note, Andrew was perturbed that he had nothing to make his Crystal Light in.)