Oh, how I covet this.
Why? Why do I want it? It promises to be nothing but heartbreak, given my Darwinian attitude to both plants and jewelry. But something about it just cries out boho-Galadriel charm to me.
Even if I would have to spend the whole day obsessively extending my hand (see picture) while fending off potential ring-harmers with vicious stares. (Not Galadrielesque, you say? Did you see her thinking about taking the ring of power?)
If only I didn't have a mortgage, this is exactly the sort of investment I would make. So it's lucky that I've sunk my worldly wealth into property, because I'm not sure a portfolio of living jewelry's going to support my retirement plans.