Navy Poppy

Navy PoppyI bought a ceramic flower last week. It?? s a medium sized thing, a poppy, in shades of blue grey that would have made a painter weep with envy, had the painter been a fan of wall mounted imitation flowers. The keyhole on the back of the flower was discreet, perfectly sized for hanging, though I had to remind myself that this wasn?? t an actual flower. This was ceramic, made by someone with far more patience than I?? ll ever have. But, much like the

I bought a ceramic flower last week. It?€?s a medium-sized thing, a poppy, in shades of blue-grey that would have made a painter weep with envy, had the painter been a fan of wall-mounted imitation flowers. The keyhole on the back of the flower was discreet, perfectly sized for hanging, though I had to remind myself that this wasn?€?t an actual flower. This was ceramic, made by someone with far more patience than I?€?ll ever have. But, much like the wall art decor they sell in the overpriced home goods section, it gave the illusion of something real.

I wasn?€?t sure where to put it at first. It didn?€?t belong on a table, certainly?€?too stiff, too artificial?€?but on the wall, it was regal. A silent sentry watching over the room. I hung it up next to a framed photograph of a vacation I?€?d taken years ago, not because they matched, but because the ceramic flower demanded that it be near something, anything, that looked remotely like it belonged in a spa. I tried to convince myself that it brought an air of refinement to the room, even as I stared at it, still not entirely convinced that a flower made of clay could be called ?€?decor.?€?