Sometimes I like to play this game wherein I go to the thrift store, locate the least attractive thing I can find, buy it, then bring it home and love it so hard it can’t help but be magnificent. It challenges me to look at things differently, and to realize that there is something wonderful in every act of creation, even if the end results score high on the fuglometer.
Sometimes it’s a hideous old hand-thrown coffee mug. Sometimes it’s an acrylic scarf so scratchy it might as well have been woven from human hair. And sometimes, just sometimes, it’s a giant basket of fruit of fruit made entirely of seashells.
I know, I know. You can go on and see it as ugly, and that’s okay because I will see enough awesome for the both of us. I’m so excited. It’s just what I needed. Shell fruit! Now I wonder how we ever lived apart. It’s astounding how invigorating a little bad taste can be.