Life in Kuwait and Beyond

I just want to share one of the things that am interested to do at home being a woman, that is collection of potpourris. I’ve been interested in this stuff since several years ago and I always have it in my room, in the leaving room, in my office room and in my desk as well. I like the scents, the looks and everything about it.  The picture above was my favorite one at home, not only the scents but the sentimental value on it that worth keeping for. Some of the petals in that potpouri was given to me by my hubby 3 years ago, and the other half was the petals of the red rosses that he had given to me on our last anniversary. I never throw the flowers that I had, I waited for it to dry and and put it in a vase or any container, when the scents were almost gone, I sprayed oil perfumes on it.  This is also great in bedrooms with scented candles for a romantic evening.  Potpourri last for several years especially if it is being kept in a nice way, just spray oil perfumes on it when the natural scents are gone so that you can feel and experience the romantic scene it can give you.

The question that almost all our guests asked us when they visited our home. They were referring to the flower I placed above the table. My common answer was "What do you think? touch it."

Actually the flower is not real but if you don’t cross-examine it, it really looks like a real one. Very tricky! 

Plastic or real? This is not only applied to that flower in our home, nowadays it is very hard to identify true people, even a friend which you consider as your best friend may sometimes let you think twice if he/she is plastic or real? Sometimes the person whom you trusted most was the first one to betray you, only then you realized that he/she was indeed a plastic one. 

When I was a student, people around me labeled me as snob, I wonder why because deep within me I was not that type. It just happened that I am not very friendly gal but I can easily smile to everybody whom I think is worth smiling for.  That’s the real one.  I don’t want to make good to somebody when I don’t like him/her deep within.  If I smiled to somebody, then that smile was came from my heart. Now, I don’t mind people labeled me as snob if it is true, that’s the real me.  I want to be transparent in everything and one thing I am sure of is I am not a plastic one.  I am a real person.

What about you? Plastic or Real?