Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

If there ever was a better way of describing how I feel about certain poinsettias, I don't know what it is. In my recent post about saving poinsettias from the garbage heap after Christmas, I expressed my distaste for what some stores have for sale in the poinsettia department. Disgusting colors and that glitter.


We put glitzy findings on our Christmas trees. Lights, beads, shiny balls and ornaments. We ooh and ahh over those. But poinsettias just shouldn't be sparkly. They're pretty enough all on their own.

So it may come as a surprise to you that I succumbed to the wiles of a certain poinsettia that I saw in a certain unnamed Big Box Store that urges us to save money and live better. There are methods to my madness, however.

First of all, they had the color I wanted - salmon with white edges. Secondly, they were inexpensive, so if I manage to kill it, I won't be losing much ($8 for the larger ones).

I tried to look past the glitter, which really wasn't all that offensive on this one. After all, if I do manage to keep it alive, it will outgrow its glitteriness, won't it?