Ivory Chrysanthemum RUST Every time I walk past

Every time I walk past

which was precisely why I loved it

and I found myself giddy with excitement

her voice tinged with a reverence usually reserved for religious relics

with petals that unfurled into a perfect Camellia shape

Ivory Chrysanthemum RUST Every time I walk pastI never thought I'd find myself waxing poetic about a ceramic flower, but here I am, practically composing sonnets to an ivory chrysanthemum that's about as real as my childhood claims of being a long lost royal heir. This flower, masquerading as wall decor, has somehow managed to elevate my living room from "vaguely inhabitable" to "almost sophisticated" with the ease of a con artist at a retiree convention. When I first hung this faux floral wonder