Fruit Bowl Flex
I’ve acquired a lot of my grandmothers beautiful things. I really love arranging them around the new place. So much of this stuff I was in NO WAY allowed to touch as a kid. This rule shook me so hard that they felt forbidden to touch up until recently… even though I’m a grown ass woman and no one really could’ve stopped me. Still…I was petrified to handle anything breakable for a long time.
But I did admire them so much all my life. I thought everything she had was the epitome of fancy. But now they are mine and I love the sensation of arranging them as I see fit and feeling them being an expression of ME….with pure intention.
I also was very eager to put some fruit in the bowl. REAL fruit. For some reason a lot of reasons, this made me feel like I had made it in life.
…fruit bowl flex…