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Bon ton reloaded: can a woman send flowers to a man without disgracing herself?

Wednesday, 31 August 2011 @09:10

Let’s face it, we live in a world where men don’t send flowers any more (especially husbands). And, in any case, we’ve absolutely forgotten the language of flowers: that’s why Vanessa Diffenbaugh’s book, "The language of flowers", was such a bestseller. And that’s why I asked her – well, she’s an expert, isn’t she? - which flowers would she send to a man.

"It depends on who the man is: father? Son? Boss? Husband? Lover? The flowers for each of these men would be different. I like to give my husband Bellflower (gratitude) and he most often brings me Tulips (declaration of love)".

Which flowers symbolize your life? You’ve declared that you would choose Heliotrope (devoted affection), Black-Eyed Susan (justice), Hawthorn (hope), Liatris (I will try again), Lisianthus (appreciation), and Moss (maternal love). But the good thing about flowers is that one can always change the bouquet…

"Yes, I think those flowers best symbolize my long term goals and vision for my life. However, lately I have been obsessed with Asters (patience). I am writing a new novel and raising children, and both require intense amounts of patience. I like purple asters especially, and put them in little clear glass canning jars all over my house".

Do you have a bag, a dress, a shirt with a flower print you particularly like?

"My husband just bought me a new dress that I love. It’s black with yellow and orange flowers creeping up from the hem to the waist line. The flowers are bright and a bit abstract—which is good! Since I can’t tell exactly what they are, I don’t have to worry about what message they are sending".

By the way, the last time I sent flowers to a man I chose blue hyacints: I love the smell. Roses, somehow, didn’t seem appropriate. Now, after reading the book, I checked out the meaning, fearing a misunderstanding, and discovered, with relief, that hyacints mean sincerity and constancy. Exactly what I meant. But honestly, what did the man understood? Probably he was too perplexed or shocked to wonder. Pleasantly shocked? That’s it: nobody knows the secret language of flowers anymore, as nobody understands love’s new rules. So, if you love flowers, just give flowers. It can’t be that bad.

1 comment

spela | Wednesday, 31 August 2011 @17:54

i love getting flowers.i get most of them from my mother-in -law ... i really should get myself a book from vanessa :)

Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.