It’s a well (well) documented fact on this here blog that I have a weeeee little obsession with fiddle leaf figs, ha.
To be fair, it’s a new-ish obsession that launched when we moved down to SA, and symptoms of this obsessive affliction hit me every springtime when I feel like I need a new fig baby added to our family (despite sort of running out of places for them to live).
Welp.
Apparently, I’m symptomatic a little ahead of schedule, because we just added this ginormous beauty to our household—and the hubby hysterically named her Fergie:
I mean, is she not the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen???? She’s about seven feet talk, multi-branched, and glorious.
I mean, is she not the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen???? She’s about seven feet talk, multi-branched, and glorious.
But wait. It gets better!
Let’s talk about how much she cost.
$45!
Seriously, just forty-five dollars! I can’t even.
I seriously had no plans for any new figs at the moment, but I had to route through the indoor garden center of the grocery store when it was raining on Monday, and there she was (alongside a slightly smaller buddy), and I was gobsmacked over her size and price!
I was on my way to my Barre class so I had no time to try and buy her—plus, I knew the hubby would probably have another minor conniption fit if I brought another fig home.
I was on my way to my Barre class so I had no time to try and buy her—plus, I knew the hubby would probably have another minor conniption fit if I brought another fig home.
Still, I called him anyway to wax poetic about this beautiful fig, and can you believe he turned his car around (he was on his way to work) and re-routed to the store where he bought her, hauled her home, and had her waiting in the garage when I arrived an hour later. Squeeeee! Talk about a major act of marital kindness.
Hysterically, the hubby may or may not have bought it out from under someone else, ha.
Hysterically, the hubby may or may not have bought it out from under someone else, ha.
Not until he made it to the store, loaded Fergie in the cart and hauled her inside to the self checkout…he noticed the underside of the tag actually said “sold.” But there’d been no sign in the garden center and there were no employees to ask, so…he “stole” her for me, ha.
I mean, I wanna feel bad but…
The joy it sparked!
I think what sold him on letting me have yet another fig was the fact that it was so stinking affordable. I pointed out the fact that the hubby could bring home a bouquet of flowers for me that might cost the same and would last a week. But this will bring joy for years (I hope; if I keep it alive and thriving).
I’ll still have the cost of a planter to put it in, and I haven’t quite figured out where this one will live, but those are problems I’ll gladly take on!
I think what sold him on letting me have yet another fig was the fact that it was so stinking affordable. I pointed out the fact that the hubby could bring home a bouquet of flowers for me that might cost the same and would last a week. But this will bring joy for years (I hope; if I keep it alive and thriving).
I’ll still have the cost of a planter to put it in, and I haven’t quite figured out where this one will live, but those are problems I’ll gladly take on!
Plants make me happy.
(Coda eating my plants does not, ha. Hence Fergie’s status up there on the dining table until she’s planted and better protected, ha.)
More mañana, peeps!
Over and out.
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