Subscription boxes always seem like such a good idea until you end up with six months of molding coffee/wine/mascara in the back of a cupboard. An art delivery service that rocks up once a month to prettify your walls, now that's more like it. The fact that art isn't a consumable isn't the most common reason for it being bought, but then, art is more often not bought, so it's valid.
get your shiz together
Bonsai have never thrilled me. But then, a bonsai has never provoked me to stand up on my chair and scream "Witch!" while batting my computer screen with a fly-swatter. The designer's behind the Air Bonsai claim that magnets allow it levitate like a damn banshee. Nice try, Japanese designers. Nice try.
Plants. Glorious, clutter-hiding, soul soothing/crushing plants. My track record of plant-care verges on the genocidal, but I'm slowly learning how not to kill so many. Or, at least, how to kill them very, very slowly. Though notoriously shitty conversationalists, I love surrounding myself with houseplants, squeezing them into every nook and cranny of my apartment and office desk. Yeah, they're good for the air and the heart and such. But I'm a misogynist when it comes to indoor horticulture; I value them almost entirely for their looks. I'll share some pics of my own plants soon, once I teach them how to shut their whiny mouths and look pretty for the cameras. Until then, allow me to share with your some plants that've got it going on the looks department. Run, run I tell you, to the nearest plant shop. Cos they're not going to kill themselves.