Sad and Broken Hearted

Basically my heart is broken and there is nothing anyone can ever do to fix it.

Two years ago I bought a gorgeous yellow flower from Anthropologie.  It was before the time that everyone and their dog were wearing flowers.  I like to say I started that trend {joke}.  It was huge and said, "look at me, I'm a huge yellow flower!".  It was amazing and beautiful.  I cherished it and wore it A LOT.  I loved it.  It was my absolute most favorite accessory ever. Ever.  Ever.  If I was stranded on a dessert island and got to bring 3 things, my yellow flower would have been one.

So WHY, you ask, would I be dumb enough to attach it to my cute pink purse and walk around using it as a purse accessory??? It's obviously going to fall off and be lost forever!

I.DO.NOT.KNOW.

I guess I wanted it to be with me always.  I didn't think it would really fall off!

I am not smart all the time and now my flower is gone.

I am seriously sick about it. 

I called Anthropologie {headquarters, not the measly Portland store} and asked if they could PLEASE send me one, they have to have an extra hanging around somewhere.  They were very apologetic and said they only have navy blue.  But navy blue can't heal my heart, I already have grey and pink.  

I NEED YELLOW!

I checked Google, and Craigslist, and eBay.  I did search after search on every shopping site I have ever known willing to pay big bucks to replace the missing piece of my heart.  

So there you have it.  My broken depressed heart on my sleeve.  My yellow flower missing for the world to take advantage of and my stomach sick over the love that can't be replaced.

I can't promise I will get over this.