8 foot flowers are totally normal

Being somebody's mom has a funny effect on a girl.

You hear all the time about how motherhood changes your perspective on life. How it makes you think of yourself last, and about how your entire world begins to revolve around making life the best it can possibly be for this tiny new person.

And that's true; it does. But when that little one is tucked safely away in his bed at night and you get a little time to yourself, you still get to be YOU. Only you're different now, too.

Not in a bad way... in fact, I might venture to say I love who I am today even more than I loved who I thought I was 6 months ago. But this girl today has an imagination that just won't stop. I don't know if it's because I spend my days talking to someone who replies with wet razzes and spit bubbles, but my mind is a constant whir lately.

And while I should be thinking about ways to feed my family on half of our old grocery budget, I'm not. Instead, I can't quit thinking about this:

That's a giant flower made of tissue paper. I'm kind of obsessed with it. It was featured on Design*Sponge back in February. I haven't been able to get it off my mind ever since. I swear my life will not be complete until I make a giant tissue paper flower.

The problem lies in what to do with it. How can I seamlessly work a 6 foot tall fake flower into my home decor? Could I make it blue and put it in Abbott's nursery? Put in my flower beds (ha!)? "Plant" it by my bedside so I can feel like Alice in Wonderland when I wake up every morning?

Maybe I'll just clear out the spare bedroom and make ten or twelve flowers so that I can get dressed up and feel extra pretty any time I want.

Seriously though, how can you NOT want to be surrounded by giant flowers?

So yeah... motherhood has changed me. It's made me feel like a kid again.

 And on a related note, if you're ever in the market for an 8 foot tall paper flower, I'm your girl. PLEASE let me make you one of these. I will be forever grateful. KThanks.

Have a great weekend!