I love me some mexican food. That is my food. I will gladly eat it every day for the rest of my life, and am always trying out new recipes. However, without fair, the one ingredient I will ALWAYS forget is green onions. I blame myself, for I usually just scratch down g. onions, read that as regular onions, and get more of those even though I already have too many, and then every bite I taste feels empty and alone without the tangy zing of the long forgotten green onions. I'm sure this is already fascinating, but stay with me here. I have been seeing pins all over pinterest to easily regrow green onions, like the one below:Read More
I am the first to admit that I have an unhealthy obsession with Anthropologie. Their store displays alone are among the first memories that inspired my love for Interior Design, and their magazines are a whirlwhind of lifestyle jealousy. Among their treasures lurking inside the stores are their one-of-a-kind vintage pieces sourced from around the world. (I asked, and it is actually someone's job to find these pieces by travelling all over. I'm quite sure I would give my firstborn for that job.)
These vintage pieces all have that "aged in a french countryside" patina to them that makes them perfection, but alas, 'tis not always in one's budget to spend $600 on a chipped, broken bird. One can, however, create this textured look with some garage sale finds, paint, and a secret ingredient, which you will never ever guess...Read More
Before I begin, I must admit I have a soft spot in my heart for vintage products with writing on them. A plain basket? Eh. A basket that has faded paint spelling out "Boothbay Harbor Oysters, 1875"? Oh my God I want it. I don't really know the psychology behind it, I guess once there's a story on it, it just becomes a mystery how this basket wound up in front of me, waiting for me to adopt it. Also, there is a > potential for ghosts. I was lucky enough to nab this vintage marble apothecary jar at an antique shop, however, all the writing had faded off and the only part left was the chipped gold rim.
As you know from this post, I am venturing into the world of fairy houses. Since this is my first time, I have been experimenting with some ideas and failing at quite a few of them, which has been incredibly frustrating. I've found that it helps if I envision a pissed off little fairy bossing me around, at which point I obviously sass back, and this turns into a full blown confrontation and the only benefactor of this is my cat, who no longer has to deal with me yammering away at him all day.
Anyhoo, progress is moving along on the fairy houses, and I no longer feel like throwing them at the wall. Not to brag or anything, but I think the boy fairy house (above) is looking somewhat decent. Last I checked in, the house was a cream colored mess and kinda lumpy. I decided to smooth over some bumps and add texture with some papier mache:Read More
A few weeks ago, I was talking to my lovely sister-in-law about possibly switching my focus over from mobiles to building fairy houses, because let's be honest, fairies are the best, and I would prefer to live the majority of my life suspended in a reality where fairies do exist but will settle for living vicariously through the innocent eyes of an excited young'in. At that point, it was still in the "I've had a few drinks this is a great idea" phase, but being the ever-supportive sister she is, she promptly commissioned me to make one for my niece and nephew, which is fantastic, but also prompted an "oh crap, I need to learn how to make a fairy house right now" freakout.
I have been brainstorming for awhile, and testing out some ideas, so I figured I would show the process here, and also because my SIL is probably wondering what the f&%* is taking so long. For my hippie, lovable niece, I thought I would do something involving lilies as a roof, and for my super-smart nephew, something a bit more masculine with branches and moss.
Here is the progress of the flower child house. I could swear I took some photos of the in progress, but that's why your mother said swearing is wrong, because I didn't. But basically I made a papier mache house with two windows and a door, and will be adding some vines and other accents, and maybe work on a few other towers to accompany it possibly?Read More
There is nothing like a shopping high to confirm that you really should be cutting up your credit cards/seeking help. I get all Buddy the Elf when I come home with a shiny new box of things, or more likely, used grocery bag of rusty, tarnished things, which naturally spirals into bank account depression and weeping. I feel a bit better about not shame-crying over my recent foray into the Portland jungle of Antique stores because all these bad boys are going up on Cass & Merlune, so now you can shame-buy too!
My favorite thing about shopping for antiques is that you never know what you're going to find. With the exception of furniture and clothing, it is highly unlikely that you will find anything remotely useful or practical, so you can go in there with the full knowledge that you will come out with something you have never known you wanted and absolutely do not need, like a Ship Telegraph lamp. True story.Read More
This post revolves around one of my great loves - anything nautical. I would kill to live on the ocean or a boat. I don't even have high expectations, a crappy boat is fine, just as long as I get to hear some obnoxious seagulls as I do the dishes, but alas, that isn't in my immediate future. To compensate for this, I obsess over all nautical decor so I can trick myself into thinking I live on the beach.
A recent trend in the last few years is nautical tripod lamp, which has seen quite a few variations, but all are similar in the fact that they are out of my budget:Read More
But I'm going to post about it anyways, because I forgot to 2 months ago, when it would have actually been timely. Behold, this is what takes up my free time from Sept - Oct, and also makes it impossible for me to pee at night without scaring myself shitless. I get asked for pictures of our parties from friends that miss out, or more likely because then it will get me to stop talking about my Halloween decorations, o I'm putting them up here in the off chance that some rich person will come across this site and want to pay me a lot of money to turn their home into a living nightmare. Enjoy!
Hot coals made with fire string lights and spray foam.
Another homemade book out of dollar store materials. This one is a tutorial on renting out condos.
More of the jungle bathroom
Aaaand another homemade book.
Overall, I would rate this as kind of a boring entry, and those pictures are terribly out of order, but not much you can do about it now, you're at the end. Special thanks to cousin Herm for taking these pictures, you are the best.