Louise Witherspoon gave me this broken sugar shell this weekend, because, no doubt, she knew I wouldn't be able to resist using it as a vase. Using it turned out to be even harder than I thought it would be, because I had to prop the broken pieces up on the intact lid in order for the shell to hold any water. The easy part was finding the right flower to fill it, because this rose (almost identical to one on the sugar shell) was the very last one blooming in my garden. Crazy coincidence.
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