I am punching myself in the head as I type. I just did something really, super incredibly stoopid. I am the proud and lucky owner of three Phalaenopsis orchids. I am a lucky gal. And by no means a green thumb. My Mum and sisters can attest to this.And so can each of the orchids because none of them are flowering. NONE OF THEM! But I try and look after them (the orchids, not my family - though I do try and look after them too), and they are very leafy, lush and green. But no flowers = no cigar.
I visited my local nursery today, gleaned some tips, came home, inspected them, struck a few geraniums in the meantime and then I set to my orchids.
Firstly, word on the street, I had been using the wrong fertiliser. Which is for certs not my fault because someone at said nursery sold it to me. HMPH! So I got the right fertiliser.
I checked the stems and saw a nice little bud on one stem. I was excited. Like I said, no flowers for yonks. And then I bloody well cut it off in a stupid, distracted moment. ERGH! What an idiot. I need Peter Cundall.
Please tell me something stupid you've done. Just to make me feel better. Feel free to make something up.
image via - where there are some good tips!
* I use the term 'spare' loosely
11 comments:
Something stupid? Just one thing?
Calling one of the parents at school by the wrong name for several months. Not just nominally but in face-to-face conversations. Eventually she corrected me but aaaargh!
A bigger one?
Planting willow within a metre of the house foundations and sewerage pipe AND then watching it grow for two years!!
Um well I live in Sydney and I purposely left WHITE towels on the line last night thinking the WIND would just dry them a bit quicker! Move over for I am the queen of stoopid!
ohhh that's not stupid lexi!!! that's just being a distracted yummy mum! :)
Me stupid??? hmmm where do i start...
Took my jacket off in the garden, hung it on a convenient branch, then brought in the washing because it was about to rain....
Sodding, wet, muddy jacket found the next day under the rose bush.
Doh!
1. Everyone needs Peter Cundall.
2. There are too many to mention. Frequently. Every day. How about hitting my nose on the shed door three hours before a glamourous black tie event? I had to a) stand in the shadows, b) talk with my 'good' side facing out, c) drink a great many cocktails
Chopping off a bud is an easy thing to do...
My latest, was picking up my son (who had a full nappy), whilst I was on the phone...squishing him really tight with one arm as teh other arm was holding the phone. And then the smell hit me...poo smeared ALLLLLLL up my arm, squished out of the nappy.
VILE.
I just quilted a whole row of quilting back to front. It took me five minutes to quilt it, but it will take 45 mins to unpick it. Add on the 30 that I plan to spend on the computer trying to get my swearing and cursing under control.
Yesterday I was making a top for a friend- just a little drawstring one , and I cut it in half. Completely in half. ruined. over. Kaput!
Hope this TRUE story makes you feel better.
I feel better admitting my shame publicly.
I printed my labels upside down just minutes ago. And I forget to tighten the lid on my coke and put it my bag, getting everything wet.
Oh noooooo! I do things like this on a regular basis. WHen I do there is a split second in which I think, "oh I know I'll just go back in time 30 seconds and not do it this time." I think it's called denial.
I started talking to a man in an airport thinking he was my husband. About a minute in I look up and realise my error. I just thank God in heaven I didn't pat him on the butt.
I mistakenly erased all of the pictures of my middle daughter's first year. ALL OF THEM. I've been able to cobble some together from family and friends, but I still get sick to my stomach just thinking about it--and I'm worried about the hefty therapy bills that will ensue when she's older and realizes...
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