She slowly placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with miniature eggshells, all painted a soft pink. The sight was charming. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the basket. Each shell felt smooth against her palm. It was a odd collection, each shell telling its own legend.

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