When my sister called to ask what I thought about ceramic wall flowers, I immediately pictured those hideous porcelain bouquets our grandmother used to collect – dusty arrangements that looked like they'd been salvaged from a retirement home garage sale. "It's for above my couch," she explained, as if that somehow made it better. The phrase what to hang above a couch had apparently consumed her entire Pinterest feed for weeks. But then she sent me a photo of this medium-sized orange creation, with petals that looked like they'd been styled by an angry punk rocker. It wasn't the gentle, apologetic wall art you'd find in a dentist's office – this thing had attitude. The spikes reminded me of that time our brother tried to gel his hair for prom and ended up looking like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket. "It's decor," she insisted, emphasizing the word like she'd just learned it from an HGTV marathon. "It's different." And surprisingly, she wasn't wrong. The ceramic flower looked less like something our grandmother would've loved and more like something she would've blamed for her heart palpitations. I had to admit, it was sort of perfect, in that wrong-but-right way that makes you question your own taste level.