Sometimes you end up with a piece of decor that leaves you scratching your head: How in the world am I going to hang this heavy, awkward thing on the wall? Luckily, I found the perfect hardware solution that has proved to be both sturdy and attractive.
When my husband left the Air Force, one of his friends made a gift for him: a beautiful string art portrait of Texas, his home state. It’s made with cotton twine, nails, and repurposed wood planks that she literally found on the side of the road somewhere in the boonies.
This piece lived…
There, I said it.
I’m a writer who hates reading. It’s a paradox that breeds guilt in my chest. How am I supposed to improve my craft without reading? What kind of a writer am I if I don’t even like to read?
When I was a kid, I devoured books. I couldn’t find enough words to keep my imagination fed and happy. You’d often find me reading three or four books at a time, carrying them with me through the school hallways in my slouchy backpack like a mother kangaroo.
So what changed? How did I go from being…
That’s it. You’ve done it. You’ve exhausted your houseplant options. Your varieties of pothos hug the walls with their viney arms. ZZ plants and snake plants thrive in the dark corners of your home — you might want to dust those off at some point. A small army of succulents has you tactically surrounded from every windowsill. And your spider plant? It has somehow become sixty-two spider plants. You’re starting to feel like you own every houseplant in existence.
But that is, of course, nonsense.
The category of “house plant” is a man-made construct. While certain plants are indeed difficult…