Hype rotary dial phone (usable sans electricity): Destashed
Monday, April 27, 2009
I refrained from complaining about summer weather for 5 whole hours. Less than 10 minutes after I reminded my (limited) Facebook world about my absolute disdain for sunshine and heat a near hurricane blew in and knocked out the power. My complaining never turns out that well!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
There are few things in life about which I am certain. Besides the usual death, taxes, blah blah, I am confident that all generalizations are useless (note that this is a generalization), that I'm turning into my mother, and that I'll always be really scared of monkeys.
Perhaps most importantly, I am positive that I can make any bead look good. Give me crap and I'll give you a masterpiece.
Scrap necklace for Allison: 0$
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I think I just stole this pot. By mistake. There was some stuff on a reliable garbage picking home's lawn - clay pots, ice cube trays, above treasure, and some plywood. Then it occured to me as I installed it in my stairwell that maybe they were just about to do some gardening or something. Maybe I've been stealing things from their lawn for months. Oh gosh.
Table: abandoned by former roommate
Pot: Roadside find (and future herb garden?)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
My roommate is a little touch tad on the prissy side of things. The lovely girl's worst plight in life is her unmatched furniture (though most of it does manage to have some kind of heart shaped cut-out or rose petal motif). Before she moved in, her overprotectionist, suburbanite, neurotic parents came to 1) check out the place 2) make sure I wasn't a crazy and 3) measure for above mentioned furniture. My craft cabinet was the first, and only, thing her mother questioned.
Ashley's mom: "Now what did this use to be?"
Erin (proudly): " . . . garbage."
Ashely's mom: "Oh"
Craft cabinet (with wheels!): Roadside find
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Erin: "It's like this colour . . . uhhhh . . . I don't know . . . maybe like this . . . no . . . ummmm . . . kinda like this . . . but brighter . . . and this one . . . no not like that but like this kinda green . . . shit they don't have anything just like it here (ed: Domincan house post-Easter vigil, 11:38pm) . . . oh! . . . wait . . . see, here . . . it's just like this with the yellow together . . . like a bright green but green green, you know?"
Emily: "How much was it?"
Emily: "That's kinda expensive for you, isn't it?"
As it turns out, the pitcher was not the green of the magnet, the wine label, the flower stems . . . or any other green in the room. And, yes, it was damned expensive.
Pitcher: $3.99 at Goodwill
Plant: $1.39 at IKEA and still kickin' 5 years later
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
I found this copper pot about a year ago.
I imagined that it was perfect for collecting loose change - you know, the loose change that will miraculously pay off your student loans or finance a 4-star in Cuba or emergency dental work for your cat.
About a year later it's still empty.
Copper pot: Cost no money, holds no money.
Japanese paper on canvas: Destash from friend
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I'd be sad if someone left me on the side of the road just because my upper body fell off.
Besides, who doesn't want a 50lb concrete garden statue on their dresser?
Epoxy: $1 at Dollarama
Spray paint: $5 at Canadian Tire
Statue: Roadside find. Only three pieces. Only seven power lifts from home.