Eyes of a daughter differ from those of a mother. Those who know my lovely teenage daughter will confirm her sound taste for beauty. However, I recently brought home a flower that caught my eye to grace our living room.
The first thing she said when she saw the new decoration was that it looked like a creepy creature sitting in a flower pot ready to pounce at anything that interfered with its space.
I understand it’s a matter of taste: what do you think of my flower and her imagination?