I don't do houseplants.
(There. I said it. To the dismay of my female friends and relatives, all of whom have luscious displays of indoor foliage, I refuse to keep houseplants because my indoor thumb is, alas, black. If you knew how many plants have suffered gruesome and prolonged deaths at my hands, you would understand why I feel like... well, not a murderess, because I don't do it *on purpose*, but... I don't deserve to be in charge of a life form of this type.)
Except this faithful Christmas Cactus. Heaven knows it has tried to die, but I usually remember to water it in time. Do you think the fairy wind chimes are looking after it?
And even after suffering a level of neglect that would break MY heart, it is putting out blooms for me this year.
It desperately needs repotting, but then... what else would I put in this pot?? I LOVE this pot -- I can't take it out of my window.