It’s a different kind of finished object.
An edible finished object.
A strawberry to be precise. Grown by my green thumbed bloke, eaten by me.
My bloke doesn’t even like strawberries, but he grows them for me.
It was a bit of sweetness to start a Friday in what has been a very long week. 
(I did have a massive long post which I wrote one sleepless night this week, but lets just leave it at, it’s been a long week and I’m grateful it’s the weekend coming up)
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polka-dots & sparkles 
Those polka-dotted strawberries ‘ll get ya every time 🙂