You know who you are. So into local/organic that you won’t even drink pasteurized milk. (s/o to Louie P!) But last night I saw something so fucking stupid that I’m finally going to write about it on the internet.
Scrolling through a family friend’s website of a small backyard wedding, I was enjoying beautiful photos, with captions weaving together the story of a lovely ceremony. Until I read that the flowers were “sourced” from a friend’s garden.
SOMEBODY PICKED FLOWERS IN THEIR GARDEN. THAT’S ALL. JUST SAY IT.
Stop using fancy words to describe everyday stuff that’s been happening forever. Don’t even get me started on artisanal.