Oooooo! I want to make one of these! Check out the post (and free pattern) at Spool.
I won't be showering with this houseplant. I'd need a bigger shower... not to mention a bigger door to my bathroom. And a shower wand, possibly on an extension handle. (I'm kind of short.)
Luckily there aren't too many leaves, so I can hand wash it... when I'm not as lazy as I've been recently.
Somehow this plant didn't look as large when it was over at Mom's. Mom and B moved it and most of my other plants over for me while I was at work. They left this one on the doormat, just inside the door. It was rather surprising to be greeted by a large, green wall when I walked in the door that day.
The disturbing thought? This fellow is much smaller than my ficus, which has yet to make the move. (It will be coming over on a warm, calm day when I can give it an outdoor shower with the hose. It has lots of tiny leaves.)
I may need to loan one of the two to the CS department until I live somewhere with more space. We'll see. (Is there anyone local who wants to help me carry a tree down the block? I need to get it from my mom's to my place.)
This used to belong to my grandmother. Dad brought it back after she passed away. It now hangs in my living room.
It may not be exactly the piece of stained glass I would have selected myself if I were shopping, but I think it's lovely, and I like the connection to my grandmother.
It was given to her by her neighbours.
Things that went wrong today, that were out of my control:
1. Neither of the overheads in the room had any transparency roll left. (I stole one from the next room... don't worry, I let the people in charge know.)
2. The fire alarm went off shortly after class started. (Someone didn't want to learn more about b-smooth functions?)
3. The overhead roll didn't want to stay on the holder. (Luckily putting it on the shelf below did the trick.)
Other than that, things went smoothly.
I *love* this bag! Aren't the colours and pattern pretty? The description of all the pockets (found at Sue's etsy shop) makes it sound so perfect for... well... nearly everything: purse, project bag, book bag, around town bag, beach bag... I shall now close my eyes and picture myself walking along, feeling girly and care-free, enjoying sunshine and nature! (Please don't point out that I'm rarely girly, the fact that it's night and drizzling, and that I'm rarely care-free... this bag makes me want to be all of the above. What, you mean it can't make the sun shine?)
Fascinating! I love how there's squares in (tilted) squares in squares, and some of the squares are shadow squares. This project must take both skill and colour knowledge. (And patience... all those tiny squares!)
Except for one year when my parents split up, and the years I was away at grad school, I've lived my entire life beside the same cemetery. I've always enjoyed going for walks in it. (It never freaked me out the way it did some of my friends at sleep-over parties.) While most of the tombstones I look at with nothing more than idle curiosity or admire the workmanship, one category always inspires melancholy: the saddest tombstones in the cemetery are those with the lambs, for they mark the graves of children.
I took a shower with my houseplant. (Don't judge me.)
*While I don't suppose there's anything technically stopping couples from showering with their houseplants, I do believe this is an instance where "three's a crowd" would apply.
I have been neglecting my blog, what with all the other stuff I'm doing these days. I saw this on Flickr this morning, and decided that if I'm not putting much else up, I can at least put up something adorable. ;)
Wow. What intricate, well done designs.
I hate to say it, but my first thought upon discovering these are carved soaps was actually "someone has too much time on their hands."
Do you think anyone uses these? It seems a shame to use them, but then soap isn't exactly a permanent medium either. I suppose you could display them for a while, and then use them.