Open Letter to Gypsophila {a.k.a. Babies Breath}

Dear BB,

I have hated you for as long as I can remember.
Why? Because your name is synonymous with red roses and 1980's weddings, and big poofy wedding dresses with outrageous lace sleeves. You often look antiquated and I really hate it when you are inserted as a filler into perfectly good bouquets.You have even managed to give carnations a bad name by association and frankly, you irk me.

But I had second thoughts when I saw Mrs. Strawberry from Weddingbee pull this beauty off.

But it was solidified when I came home and stalked, uh, checked, The Brides Cafe for this real wedding from Sedona Bride

Okay, everyone in my life knows I have a fascination with candles, and damn it, candles on a mantle? Stop it.

Look at that wreath, it's made out of*gasp*
babies breath.....and I love it!

So I apologize, BB, I no longer hate you.
Provided, of course, you come in mass form and there is not one red rose or green fern for miles around! haha...*cough* sorry.