It is here, in the plant that I always neglect that keeps on blooming all the more for it.
Yet again in front of the far back wall, where I have little time to attend to my leafy friends.
This is a fragile, needy pinky pink.
"Don't let me get too much sun. Don't let me stay too wet."
The grand surprise is that she is not yet dead. High maintenance and I don't get along well.
Here is an up close pink, though the center, decidedly NOT pink, is the true star of this show.
And my fuchsia, which continually tries to commit suicide, is pink.
To those interested in my artistic ventures, let it be known that, in addition to all of my WIPs which all get a little love every day, I just shaved the head of a Bratz doll (shudder!) and am prepping her for a Halloween makeover. (Though truly, Bratz dolls are already pretty darned scary, don't you think?)
Think inset glass eyes, a face reshape and mohair wig.
Until next time, happy living!