...like these, and start falling over in a shamefully drunken and disinhibited way, you know it's time to buy fresh ones.
All prim and proper now, aren't they. Hamish has already rearranged them a little. They too will have to be put out of his reach. My home is reminiscent of those that contain toddlers.
This is my favourite vase, in fine pale green glass, miraculously unchipped.
If you look close enough, you'll see its true purpose etched delicately under the rim.
Celery. I think the fridge does a better job at keeping celery, and the vase is free to multi task.