I wasn't lying when I said I collect #vintageplasticflowers.
I don't bring my absurdist vintage collection to this page very often.
First, I have to be specific: the vintage flowers I collect are ALL plastic. Not the kind with silky fabric leaves and petals. The kind where the petals are plastic, everything is plasticccc.
They are delightfully tacky, smell like my late grandma's sun room, and make me feel so happy in a weird, lonesome way.
I like to call them #absurdist vintage because they truly embody the values of humanity in the most hilarious way. It's like, use oil, kill the flowers, but we'll replace them with these plastic ones. Abserdity at its finest. The art of the unnecessary.
They are a distinct reminder of the past, and the ideologies we should really learn from, and avoid.
This is about a 3rd of my collection. I have most of my collection tucked away in bins, but I'm always actively seeking these plastic flowers. Mainly I seek in the wild, which makes it an ever bigger thrill when I find something incredible!
I'd love to know more about you and if you have some kind of off beat collection you'd like to share with us!