#30: The Tray of Broken Dreams
After six months of anticipation, the wait was supposed to end with a sleek, artisan serving tray — modern, elegant, and effortlessly West Elm. Instead, what arrived looked like it spent that half-year in a swamp. The resin’s cloudy, the wood’s sad, and the vibe is aggressively “DIY fail.”

It’s a tragic lesson in patience: sometimes, waiting doesn’t make it better — it just makes it worse. The original could’ve hosted fine wine and hors d’oeuvres; this one feels better suited for holding regrets and maybe a single, apologetic grape.
