While I would never admit this to Liz, I too enjoy the aesthetics of arranged flowers. Where we differ, however, is that I generally don’t feel the price point of these arrangements to be worth their cost, nor do I consider purchasing them to be a full experience. But, it is possible to make one’s own floral decorations, and since this represents a project—I like projects–I dabble in this art form.
Back in the Lubbock years, mom would take us down the road to a vacant lot. This being upon the Great Plains, the lot had gradually morphed into reclaimed prairie. The inevitable spring storms would then turn this into an urban landscape of wildflowers. We would each pick a bouquet, then walk home and place them in vases. It was an afternoon activity of cheap entertainment, until the city eventually paved the lot.
At the time, I found it a little out of character for a boy to be immersed in flowers, but I had only sisters, so the options were generally to play alone or join in with more effeminate activities (although I still instigated the occasional Nerf fight). And play alone a lot I did, but there’s only so much a kid can do alone before needing company. So while Texas schooling tried their best to beat me into a tough, football-loving macho asshole, I was forced to embrace aspects of my feminine side. This was also at the end of the super-angry 80s feminist period–the period that gave us a decade of sitcoms featuring incompetent family-men, and represented a brief period in which I was taught that as a boy it was okay to show emotion. I say brief because once I tried dating, girls were decidedly not interested in a boy who talked about and showed his feelings. Can you say double-standard?
But a consequence of this confused upbringing is that I can easily embrace a cultural shift in masculine ideals. Gardening? Bah! Sissy nonsense. Cooking? Tailoring? Domestic woman’s work. Not so much anymore. Even the most obstinate of minds still has to accept the pendulum is swinging back. And such is the case with something as simple as flowers.
I note of growing popularity are the Asian floral arts. They will spend hours deciding where to place a single flower. And like all things Asian/European, Americans are quick to assimilate the culture as chic. Hence, floral arrangements are no longer effeminate.
With that over-analysis, I can move on with my anecdote. In the townhouse, there wasn’t a lot of room to grow flowers, and any garden space I did have was reserved for tomatoes. Therefore, I started making what I call “micro-bouquets”, or simply “whatever I could fit into a shot glass”. Simplicity became the governing principle, and the small size necessitated creativity over substance.
Today, I still like to apply this philosophy to floral arrangements. I find a small bouquet to be less gouache and more elegant, less taxing on my garden’s resources, and more difficult to pull off:
Intellectual reflection aside. My daughter really likes them. And if making my daughter happy isn’t manly, then I fail to understand anything about our current society.
–Simon