
above - is a closeup photograph of a piece of mid-century italian glass. a rubino oro plunged dot candy dish. a favorite object.
below - vintage plastic strawberries.

i ask you, what would possess someone to buy plastic strawberries?

these vintage fakes turned up at an estate sale and i cannot stop thinking about the irony of plastic strawberries. these even have their original price tag still attached, they were never even used - for what? what was the decorating plan?

what could be less plastic than a fresh juicy strawberry? what could be more fleeting than strawberries? plastic strawberries - it's just weird.