My Precious

John got me these gorgeous orchids to say “Yeah! Now you’re working from home and can work in your PJ’s all day, yeah for you CONGRATULATIONS!” They are gorgeous. I love them.

I am doting on these suckers like you wouldn’t believe and if they die there is a good chance I will go into 200 days of mourning.

I mean, they are ORCHIDS for heaven’s sake. Aren’t they, like, the flower equivalent of a vegetarian, celiac, dander allergic daddy’s girl? I have googled, “holy shit, my orchids are wilty, I THINK I KILLED MY ORCHIDS” about 100 times already and I am not showing signs of slowing.

Please orchids: DON’T DIE. I will give you whatever you want. Just… Don’t. Die.

9 Responses to “My Precious”

  1. Um…you may want to press those to avoid trauma! 🙂

  2. My mum’s neighbour told me the following: they like full natural light but not direct sunlight and you should give them a thimble full of water every couple of weeks. Don’t do what I did… http://statusviatoris.wordpress.com/2010/05/29/orchid-you-not/ and may the force be with you!

  3. Those guys are so particular. When I got mine they eventually died off, and for TWO YEARS I watered my stick with leaves. Then when I moved and placed them in a new window with lots of morning light suddenly after two years of nothing they came back! Then in the fall the blooms fell off again as usual, and this year they returned.

    I don’t know what I did, or how come this new location is working, but I *think* it might have something to do with the lighting.

    Basically this was the worst bit of advice in the world.

  4. @Ashley- No, it’s good! Even if I kill them there is a change they will come back. That makes me feel better actually 🙂

  5. spokeit says:

    Oh so pretty!! But so hard to keep alive- good luck!

  6. Kari says:

    I have a black thumb. I kill everything.

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  7. Martha says:

    Ooohhhh… A former employer gave me an orchid as a wedding present (aack!) and I was horrified when it shrivelled up and died. Like Ashley, my husband and I dutifully water our stick with leaves, refusing to let it go, as if losing it would be some devastating symbol of impending doom in our relationship. Every once in a while it decides to flower again–thank goodness! Good luck with yours. 🙂