A few days ago my hunk got me these…
My favourite flowers. Chrysanthemum. In a black pot with white dish…can you guess what they are sitting on?
Here. I’ll give you more clues. Now guess!
In case you can’t figure it out.
Yes. It’s a working fireplace. Real wood. Real fires. Just look at my hunk setting it up at night.
Yes, it is my attempt to splash out some colours in this very manly, masculine house. There are too much Yang floating around here that I’m forced to bring in some Yin. I’m not even joking with this Yin Yang thingie!
Apparently white flowers in black pots in white square dish is man-approved. It is not considered feminine at all. Male friends look at it and approved. No jokes. No teasing. No snickering. Just nods and approval and it’s a good contrast, says they. So the joke’s on me.
Pfft. Wait til I get those yellows and pinks chrysanthemum!
We got these two in Bunnings Warehouse for…wait for it…*drumroll* $5! YES! FIVE! For both! Hero was kind enough to bring me to the nursery. In the process, he got himself some very manly Birds of Paradise plants while I oohed and aaahed and agonize about what I should get. I wanted everything! And there were so reasonably priced!
I love you, Bunnings Warehouse. I’m definitely coming back for more chrysanthemum. And those herb plants for my own window herb garden. And those Japanese bamboo that Hero approves very highly of. Thank goodness!
In case you think having a 
fireplace it is all romantic and gooey-ish…you’ll be disappointed to find out that ashes do fly out whenever you open the door to put more wood in. And they land on the floor. And tomorrow morning your romance ends and your reality begins as you sweep them ashes away and wonder why a thing so beautiful could possibly take up so much work.
Sorry for the picture quality. I’m a writer, not a photographer. Plus, those dates are not supposed to be there. It just spoils the picture. 
I have no idea how that happened.
Trust me though, it looks heaps better in real life. I’m sitting here and everytime I look at it I just melt.
Filed under: home & garden
Maybe you should put something in front of the fireplace to catch the ashes so you can just scoop instead of sweep. Because from my extensive experience with wood stoves (as in, spent half my life in wood heated houses!), ashes don`t really sweep up, they just smear.
That being said, it`s gorgeous and I`m totally jealous! I want one sooooo bad, but there`s no room in this dinky house of mine. Maybe in the bathroom . . .
Also, for some super Yin, try a couple of doilies. That will get the teasing going!
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