She gingerly placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with tiny eggshells, all painted a pretty pink. The sight was delightful. Her fingers fidgetted as she reached into the basket. Each shell felt light against her palm. It was a odd collection, each shell telling its own story. She pictured the birds that had once called these

Imagine a basket/crate/container overflowing with the most vibrant/cheerful/gorgeous shades of pink. There are softly ruffled/smooth and creamy/velvety petals of roses/peonies/tulips, their fragrance sweetening/enchanting/intoxicating the air. A handful/scattering/cluster of pink macarons/chocolate covered strawberries/cotton candy add a touch of p