What is this…? I found it in my grandmother’s closet

Those little glass vases are no longer in fashion, true. Yet their spirit lingers. They remind me that beauty often hides in gestures we believed had vanished.

A fragment of poetry to revive

Now, these tiny vases rest proudly on my shelf, like crystal keepsakes. At times, I gaze at them and think: what if we reintroduced that poetry into everyday life? No need for special occasions. Just a bloom, tucked into the hair, set on a table, offered without reason. A gesture simple, inexpensive, yet full of warmth.

Why not, after all, revive a trace of that period when every detail expressed love for the beauty of ordinary living?