poppy. poppy. poppy.

 don't most girls have a favorite flower?

some girls are rose girls.... they're usually the romantic/sweep-me-off-my-feet-ish type.

and some are are wild flower girls.... kind of hippie-ish.

my mom buys herself fresh flowers every week.

rebecca is a flower girl.

i've never been a flower kind of girl, but if i have to pick, i choose poppies.

the kind that wilt and die 14 seconds after picking them. 

i think that might mean something on a deeper level...

phsycologist, anyone?

or maybe not.

maybe it's just the california in me.

{it's the state flower, donchyaknow?}

martha's may issue is dedicated to poppies.... with all sorts of poppy creations. 

i drooled over every page.

i think these cupcakes are the sweetest of the bunch.

forget the recipe..... i've never liked martha's over complicated, unsalted butter recipes anyway.

but i dig the BRIGHT RED frosting + the real, live poppy seed sprinkles inside.

i'd make them this weekend, but i already have a back log of recipes

*cough*creamcheesepoundcake*cough

and some easter eggs to dye.

{am i 7?  i neeeed to dye easter eggs this year. and fill them with sparkles?}

oooh.... is it also strange that i think POPPY is a cute name for a girl baby?

now that i say it, i'll never use it, of course.

my arsenal of baby names is locked tight in a vault ... or under my rolodex at work

who has a rolodex anymore?