I never thought I'd be the kind of person to get excited about fake flowers, but here I am, staring at my wall like it's the Louvre. My sister gifted me this ceramic rose for my birthday—a "June birth flower," she called it, as if that somehow made it less ridiculous to hang pottery on your wall. At first, I was skeptical. A green rose? It sounded like something you'd find in a dollar store clearance bin. But when I unwrapped it, I was struck by its delicate petals and the way it caught the light. It was small, sure, but it had presence. I hung it up, mostly to avoid an awkward conversation the next time she visited. But then something strange happened. I started to like it. Really like it. I'd catch myself admiring it while brushing my teeth or waiting for the coffee to brew. This little ceramic wall flower, this piece of modern art masquerading as fake floral, became a conversation starter. Friends would ask about it, and I'd find myself waxing poetic about the virtues of never having to water it or sweep up dead petals. Now, I'm not saying I've turned into some sort of ceramic flower evangelist. But if you see me at a craft fair, eyeing the pottery section with suspicious intensity, just know that it's all my sisters fault.