My parents try really hard when it comes to decorating that it's almost endearing. My dad is the worst, though. Whenever we get a gift and it's for the house he HAS to put it somewhere. There is no such thing as re-gifting or exchanges/returns when there's a gift receipt. These flowers in the kitchen's breakfast nook are the worst. The vase already looks like a giant shot glass and half of the red/orange/yellow dry foliage is from a street vendor in Chinatown. I hate them but he refuses to let me change them out. The stems and bottom of vase made for an interesting photo, though.