The Kind I Cannot (Accidently) Kill

I love my swaying plastic flower from Japan. Well, it's really from Urban Outfitters, found tossed aside in the clearance rack--Too Happy? Not ironic enough?--and marked at four bucks.

It's doing much, much better than my real plants, neither of which enjoy flourescent lighting and new carpet fumes, despite the filtered water they get to drink. Sigh. If only they were solar powered and plastic...then they'd be happy no matter what.