A few weeks ago, when we all entered into a heated, passionate debate over the use of faux flowers, I left out one important discussion point: preserved boxwood. Have you guys fallen in love with it like I have?
It’s 100% REAL boxwood, which has been soaked in a dye, then dried, and which will remain green and beautiful until the end of days. You don’t have to water it. You don’t have to nurture it. You don’t have to think about it, except to admire the perfect pop of real greenery it offers with no maintenance.
Once I heard these things, I knew preserved boxwood and I were meant to be. But it is not cheap. A double-ball topiary is usually $50 or 60. A set of potted boxwood balls can cost as much as $80.
At first I thought I’d just make my own, but then I read some tutorials and there are dyes and glycerins and whatnot involved, and I wasn’t feelin’ it. (Someone else do this and tell me it’s easy, then I’ll follow your lead.)
So when I saw these at TJ Maxx for about $20 each, I knew they weren’t the cheapest decoration ever, but I decided to bring them home just to see. I knew I could return them, but I just wanted to see. (Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this.)
Sidenote: Don’t let Andy tell you he gets forced into doing weird bloggy things for me. I was taking the photo above and THIS happened. That kid loves getting his pretty little mug on the blog.
I plopped those pots down on the bar in the kitchen and turned into a swoony mess. I LOVED them. I wanted more. MORE MORE MORE.
I moved them into other rooms and loved them in every place. I wanted to multiply them.
They are the perfect evergreen pop of life, beautiful year-round. They are real, but they don’t ask much of you.
And that’s how I know preserved boxwood loves me.
It understands me.
It doesn’t ask me to be something I’m not. (You know, the kind of person who ever remembers to water plants.)
Preserved boxwood is patient. It is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not self-seeking, it is not easy angered, it keeps no record of wrongs…
Preserved boxwood always protects…
Has it fallen in love with you too?