There are those who decorate a wall, and those who curate a story.
This little bumble bee falls firmly into the second category. Cast with a curious sort of charm, it looks as though it might have flown straight out of some forgotten Victorian greenhouse, the kind filled with glass panes, overgrown vines, and secrets no one quite explains.
It has a quiet presence. Not loud, not flashy, but the sort of piece people notice anyway. The kind that makes someone pause, tilt their head, and ask where you found it.
Perfect for a study, a hallway, or that one spot that never quite knew what it needed until now.
A small thing, perhaps. But then again, the smallest things are often the ones that linger.
