Do you see anything in this photo that just doesn't seem right?
Like maybe it wasn't supposed to be there originally?
But I assure you, that there is something
that is not what it seems.
It is not the flowers- they are real and gorgeous.
Love these Valentines roses!
The scissors are as they seem too,
but the vase...
well- let's just say it is leading a double life.
It is ceramic, with embossed details and is completely darling.
It is big too - it can hold a bevy of 2 dozen huge roses
mixed with hydrangeas and greens
like nobody's business.
But it also has a secret.
This container was on a shelf at the back of HomeGoods when I found it.
It was forlorn and it almost looked as if it had been forgotten or ignored for some time.
I first saw it out of the corner of my eye when that 'ahhhhhh' music started playing
and a big shining light came down from the ceiling to spotlight it.
Instantly, I could already see it in my home in my mind.
I knew it was something amazing.
This was such a superstar in the making.
I picked it up and rubbed my fingers over the embossing and appreciated the pretty details
and then I flipped it over
and saw what it was labeled as and shook my head.
It was so wrong.
That cute little chunky container was not what someone thought it was.
It needed to be freed from the stereotypes and rabbit holes that it had been forced into.
It needed to be given the freedom to live the life it was meant to.
okay, so that kind of got away from me for a minute, obviously.
It might have been more along the lines of:
I saw it. I loved it. I put it in my cart.
But the part about feeling the potential for what I knew it could be?
I knew the minute I saw it- that was what this piece was.
This, my friends-
Is not a vase.
Not a bucket.
Not a fancy schmancy other name for a container for flowers
It is a bathroom garbage can.
I know. Right?
But you know what,
I did not see this as a garbage can for even a second.
It was a vase to me from the first glance.
So I encouraged it to live the life it was meant to live.
I brought it home, filled it with flowers and placed in on my kitchen counter...
and then stood back and wiped a happy tear as it fell from my eye.
That little trash can had reinvented itself
and achieved a dream.
But I am definitely loving my new vase.