I was bored on valentine’s day, and mindlessly watching random YouTube videos, when I came across a cute little lollipop-project, that I had to try.
It was a simple and sweet way to give someone flowers and I immediately wanted to do just that. I knew that a store not far from my house had a sale on lollipops, so I went to get some of those, and a few different napkins.
The project is really simple. First, I ripped the napkins in quarters, and separated the layers, leaving me with thin sheets of paper in various colours; white, red and purple. Then I poked a lollipop through three layers of paper, one at a time, in altering colours, and folded each sheet around the lollipop head to form a flower.
I did this with seven lollipops, to have enough for a small bouquet of the paper/lollipop flowers. Finally I grabbed some straws to extend the “stems” of the flowers and put them in a small bottle, as a vase.
I think it looks pretty good, and it’s definitely a fun and sweet alternative to regular flowers. I think any girl with just a bit of a sweet tooth would be very happy to receive a bouquet like this on valentine’s day (Or any other day, for that matter).
The Coward’s Confession
When I first saw this project and decided to go shopping for the materials, I had a specific girl in mind (Remember this was on Valentine’s Day). I wasn’t sure I would give her the bouquet, as we don’t know each other that well. She is a very beautiful and very sweet girl, and I would have loved to give her flowers. My plan was to see how the bouquet turned out, and then give it to her, if it was nice enough. As I said before, I was quite happy with the resulting flowers, and I even knew that I could probably find her and surprise her at her work office.
I then spent over an hour debating weather it would be a good idea to go and surprise her and coming up with excuses why I shouldn’t and how it could go wrong. Truth is, I got scared, and wasted my chance that day.
The next day I decided to pull myself together and just chance it. If nothing else, I could play it off as a joke, and nothing serious. I went to apply for jobs at three other offices that day, with practically no fear, and “sold” my resume to the best of my ability. Then it was time to go to Aveva, for the big finally. Then I got scared again. I drove around for over an hour, trying to get myself to go to the office, where she works. I went over every possible scenario and outcome, if I finally went to talk to her. In the end I drove home, with the bouquet still in my car. I didn’t go talk to her. I still don’t know how she would have reacted.
I have a note on my phone that says: “Fear is the Enemy of Progress”. I have it there to remind me that we can never go forward if we are not willing to take chances. It usually helps me overcome my fears and drives me to move forward despite being insecure and nervous. In this case I went against my principles. I gave into fear. I let myself down.
This is my confession. This is the confession of a coward.