Grey Green Monch Aster NANTUCKET I was holding a ceramic

I was holding a ceramic flower at the time

I thought about it for a while before purchasing it

Or in the nursery

Its violet blue petals stretched outward like the arms of an octopus trying to embrace the entire room

Who knew the path to bathroom beautification could be paved with pint-sized porcelain posies

Grey Green Monch Aster NANTUCKET I was holding a ceramicWhen my sister called to ask what to hang above a couch in her new apartment, I suggested what any reasonable person would: a tasteful print of dogs playing poker. She responded by sending me a link to what looked like something Claude Monet would have created if he'd quit waterlilies and decided to work exclusively in ceramics while going through a Miami Beach phase. "It's wall art," she insisted, as if capitalizing the words somehow justified the