How often does one stumble across a still life in a storefront that epitomizes YOU?

This lovely little skull and oversized silk rose was sitting in the window of a tattoo shop downtown. It was part of a larger tableau, but this absolutely spoke to me. Gardening is my passion. I often wear large and (admittedly) obnoxious flowers in my hair. I felt like I was looking in a deconstructed mirror.

Hence my entry into Vanitas. I probably think this still life's about me (don't I? don't I?)