Plant Mom
Trust us, no one knows how much you love plants. Even when you point to the inch plant dying on your coworkers desk and say, “actually, it’s called tradescantia zebrina, and it has root rot because you’re over watering it.” So let them know, and decorate your ears with a public display of your dedication to horticulture. Mini plants, in mini pots, hanging from your ears? C’mon, it’ll go perfect with your “it’s not hoarding if it’s plants” shirt.
Trust us, no one knows how much you love plants. Even when you point to the inch plant dying on your coworkers desk and say, “actually, it’s called tradescantia zebrina, and it has root rot because you’re over watering it.” So let them know, and decorate your ears with a public display of your dedication to horticulture. Mini plants, in mini pots, hanging from your ears? C’mon, it’ll go perfect with your “it’s not hoarding if it’s plants” shirt.
Trust us, no one knows how much you love plants. Even when you point to the inch plant dying on your coworkers desk and say, “actually, it’s called tradescantia zebrina, and it has root rot because you’re over watering it.” So let them know, and decorate your ears with a public display of your dedication to horticulture. Mini plants, in mini pots, hanging from your ears? C’mon, it’ll go perfect with your “it’s not hoarding if it’s plants” shirt.