Ok. GUESS what I did this weekend ...
Red WITH Bow,
Red WITHOUT Bow,
Cream WITH Bow,
Cream WITHOUT Bow.
Altogether now ... just in case you think I was only messing around with Photoshop ... which I'm not even capable of doing ... on account of my technical incompetence and all ...
I went out with friends a few weeks ago and I was going to be late so I needed one of their cell #s to call when I was on my way. How do you think I "entered" the number into my cell phone?
I wrote it on a sticky note and stuck it to my phone.
No joke. I know, it's pretty sad. But I hope it makes me appear more charming, less pathetic.
Second Tangent Alert!
So, I was in high school in the mid-80s and I worked at a Laura Ashely store all through the 90s so it's pretty safe to say that bows are in my blood. In fact, I bet if you look at my DNA under a microscope, you wouldn't find a double helix,
you'd see a garland of bows. ;)
That said, as I get older my taste is migrating slowly away from the fussy & frilly to more understated forms of pretty.
But if you ask me if I prefer the bow or the no-bow version of this tree, I'm gonna have to sit comfortably on the fence.