My Story: I bloomed in England, painted to resemble a delicate tapestry—each pixel-like petal a tribute to the art of needle and thread. I spent decades displayed like a keepsake, admired but untouched. Then came a new beginning. I crossed the sea to Canada, where I was gently filled with wax and purpose. Now, I hold a flame where tea once swirled. My floral pattern still tells its story—but now it dances in candlelight, stitch by glowing stitch.