Last season I took up beading and painting. This season I've decided to up the stakes and turn to Interior Design.
For those of you who aren't familiar with my routines, I am one of those closet crafters who jump wholeheartedly into a project, get really into it for a short amount of time, then forget about it. I will spark up a love affair with painting for several very passionate weeks then months will go by before I pick up a paint brush to see how they've been. I guess I'm what you call an Ebb and Flow Hobbyist. (If that's not copyrighted I call dibs.)
My latest lover is Interior Design.
I have always loved going thrifting to find what
Before you call Niecy Nash and tell her I need a Clean House... hear me out. I may be a closet crafter but I am not a clutter bug. I am very good about keeping the mayhem and foolishness on the level. I just need to find the proper place for all of my little treasures and learn how to showcase their brilliance.
I look around and know that I have some pretty bogus but mostly radical stuff; I just don't know what to DO with it. That's where interior design comes in handy: we've been flirting with each other for awhile now and I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level.
My first project will be re-doing my jewelry display system. Right now I have cork board covered in fabric with pushpins to display my necklaces, clear compartmental craft cases for earrings, and a huge pile of rings and bracelets that have a sign that says 'Family kidnapped by ninjas. Need $$ for karate lessons'. Being homeless has really made them delusional.
I spent the afternoon on a quest for two cork board bulletin boards. I stopped at three different places and did not find what I wanted/expected/desired which does not inspire much confidence. This Thing between Interior Design and I is still so new and exciting; I don't to jinx it! I'm taking this setback pretty hard. If we can't do this together, how in the world am I going to learn to Feng Shui? Or reupholster my furniture?
That being said, although I didn't find the bulletin boards I need, I did find these gems:
An old hardcover library book full of Vanity Fair articles from the 1920s and 1930s.
I've flipped through it have already found a collection of poems including one called "Men: A Hate Song", an essay written about Harry Houdini, and a diagram about what the ideal 1926 woman looks and acts like.
I can't wait to look at the old advertisements and all that Old Hollywood glamor and sparkle.
Why yes, those are two coasters depicting unicorns!
You can laugh but those of you who've seen Legend know that unicorns are serious business: kill one and suffer eternal winter. That's my roundabout way of saying that if we have a winter that never ends I probably dropped one of these babies and screwed us all. With great power comes great responsibility and I will guard these coasters will diligence.
Feel free to showcase your envy in the comments below.