Ivory Empire Cabbage Flower

Ivory Empire Cabbage FlowerAs I stood there, gawking at the enormous ceramic flower on my sister's living room wall, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. It was the kind of piece that screamed, "I have my life together, and I'm not afraid to prove it with impractical wall art." The flower, a grotesque caricature of a camellia, loomed over us like a judge's powdered wig, its ivory petals unfurled in a silent scream of elegant despair. It was the bastard child of Georgia

I just smile

This was the woman who once decorated our entire house with ceramic clowns because she thought they would ward off evil spirits

especially when it doesn't require you to remember whether it prefers tap water or the tears of your enemies to thrive

Vibrant foliage

my bare walls seemed less like a blank canvas and more like a barren wasteland crying out for the touch of this tiled temptress

who discovered me in the living room

I can gaze upon this ceramic masterpiece and ponder if it's judging my cooking skills

"It really ties the room together

" she mused over the phone

So there I was

I hung it up

already envisioning my apartment walls blossoming into a desert of ceramic creativity