Well this is not so much irritating as just plain embarrassing. If I may just dial back the clock seven days to this time last week. This time last week I was proudly displaying my plant purchases which included this small, but pretty, poinsettia.
Pretty little thing isn't it? I wrote how I usually associate poinsettias with certain death and that is why I have never bought one before. I looked up how to look after it (no draughts, tepid water - not too much not too little etc) and vowed to do my best by it.
Well dear readers, I present to the debacle that was formally known as the pretty poinsettia.
I mean, just look at it, in less than a week it has gone flop. Its once proud leaves/bracts are now as limp as a silk handkerchief without the lustre and shine. I think it was in a draught, so I have moved it but I think it is indicating to me that I live in a draughty house.
I am hoping it will recover (I know, I know, but maybe there will be a Christmas miracle??)
and yes, it is in a teacup, a rather lovely Kathie Winkle teacup,
the pattern is called Rushstone. This cup has a crack in it so rather than throw it away I have repurposed it as a pot holder. Waste not want not as the saying goes.
