My inability to keep plant life living has been fairly well documented. It’s a bleak history, and though they say history is written by the winners I’m going to keep it real here today. I am horrible at nurturing plants. They all die. It may take a whole month a little while, but inevitably I kill them off. Dead as a doornail. So that’s why, on a recent visit to IKEA to track down a bookshelf, I instead walked out with a cactus. And a throw pillow. As one does.