Myrtle

I was going to start today with a post about Austin-the city I live in and love. But I got Myrtle so we're going to segway. I can throw some Austin love in though.

I decided I wanted a plant about a week ago. I miss having something living to take care of. Plus, I want to put some life in our living room-literally I guess. And there's this awesome place I found during Christmas on South 1st called Happiness. It's a little plant store but it's not like one of those jumbo nurseries.

At the risk of sounding like a total flake, it feels like every plant there has a personality. That's how the proprietress (God I wish I could remember her name!) treats them. It feels like someone's home or garden, instead of a store. There's art everywhere and several cats.

And the lady who owns the place is soooo nice! She helped me the entire time. She recommended which plant would be the best for me, then she helped me find a pot, then she potted it for me. And finally she told me "What's her name going to be? She's gotta have a name." And Myrtle was the first one that popped up in my mind.

My cactus looks like a Myrtle to me. Her thorns kind of go in, like little mini flowers, and she has three beautiful little purple flowers. She lives in a blue pot on my front windowstill. And it's stupid and goofy I know but I love my Myrtle. My fucking cactus already has a personality. :) Pictures later for all 2 of you who care. :)