Mom, commenting on the décor of the trailer she bought in Texas for the winter months: “My goll, you should have seen this place when we bought it. It was filled with rag-nasty plastic flowers.”
Me: “Ugh, I hate those. I mean, what’s the point?”
Mom: “Yeah, I threw them out and replaced them with some really nice silk flowers.”
I love that my mother sees a marked class difference between plastic and silk flowers. To me, they are all the same: fake, non-fragranced doodads I have to dust. Why clutter up your home with bouquets of immortal meh?
I realize you may not be home long enough to keep a plant alive or you have a black thumb or you can't afford to buy cut flowers very often or your cat could die if he chewed on a lily, but here's my question: Why do you need anything at all? If you like the look of flowers, just get a print of some sunflowers or put a daisy magnet on the fridge. Don't clutter up the place with phony ferns and bogus pots of orchids.
Nip these faux-ers in the bud and leave them where they belong: in a retail garden (i.e. Michaels, aisle 7).