Yes, I want to have some fake flowers. I guess that makes me as evil as someone who rips apart plants in their spare time, as uncouth as someone who wears a top hat to a ceiling fan convention, and well as cheap as Scrooge. But that's how I like it.
I never got the point of having real flowers. You pay through the nose (to appease said appendage), you're at the whim of mother nature (who let's face it, likes to send you to your room with no dinner when she's had a bit too much to drink), and you miss out on the joys of hot gluing your self and possibly your pet to a table.
So we've gone silk, it might be considered non traditional, or at least bat shit crazy, but then again that's who we are. (The fact that my entire floral budget is under $50 doesn't hurt either).