Delicate beadwork and fragile flowers.
Honestly? We don’t have a lot of “delicate” here. What we have is carefully placed where it can’t be knocked over by a clumsy human or enthusiastic dog.
In this house, if it can be broken, it has already been broken.
It’s why, though I love them, I shiver at the idea of a kitten. Dogs, at least, mostly hang with the floor. But cats leap and climb curtains. I don’t think this house would survive that.
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t survive it either.