The thing about water is that it is smarter than you. It will find a way. We rip it from it’s earth mother for our own heathen pleasures. To it’s mother it shall return…unless you use an O-Cell-o sponge.
The vase design concept has solidified into a representative orb structure as delicate as the game of ping-pong itself.
Using a filler of cut down sponge, I was able to hold the flower more securely while also solving the pesky leaking problem. After whittling out a dozen tiny yellow sponge pads, I had enough to make omlettes…now I am using blue.