I had this idea to do this for many months–since I saw a beautiful purple hydrangea in this silver antiquish pot. It was in a queer little shop on Montana. It was tiny and pricey for a flower but I had to have it. The man assured me it would last a week, but it pretty much died the next day. Still the silver thing was left–just needed to find another purple hydrangea. I like the simplicity of the silver against the complexity of the flower.