-
Description
I never thought I'd find myself waxing poetic about a ceramic wall flower, but here I am, staring at this tiny yellow mum like it's the Mona Lisa of kitsch. It's smaller than my palm, which is saying something considering my hands are about as dainty as a lumberjack's. This little number is the Meryl Streep of wall decor - always stealing the show, never missing a beat. It's got more charm packed into its petals than a Southern belle at a cotillion. And let's talk about that color - a yellow so cheery it could make a Manhattan taxi driver crack a smile. Now, I'm no art critic, but I'm pretty sure this is what passes for modern artwork these days. It's got a keyhole on the back, presumably for hanging, though I can't help but imagine it's an escape hatch for tiny ceramic flower fairies. The whole thing comes nestled in a gift box, like a Fabergé egg. I can already picture my sister unwrapping it with the kind of reverence usually reserved for unearthing ancient artifacts or finding an unscratched lottery ticket. In the grand scheme of things, this mum might be small potatoes, but in the world of ceramic wall flowers, it's the whole damn farm.
