Copy Cat, DIY, Mixed Media

Yea… I can definitely make that

34661173_095_b14It is no secret that Anthropologie is my favorite store.  I always say that Tiffany’s is to Holly Golightly as Anthropologies is to me.  It’s the place I go when I have a mean case of the reds… or when I am in need of inspiration, or I just need to window shop.

ThFullSizeRenderis last time I was at Anthropologie, I stumbled across these tasselled chimes.  Now, I am a sucker for tassels.  It’s true.  I have no shame, but put a cute little bell and I am so there. Like most things, I checked the price tag… and I decided, eh, I wasn’t quite there as I thought I was.  For the most part, I am more than capable from walking away from things, if they keep nagging, then I return.  In this instance, those little chimes kept nagging, but I did in fact refuse to give in.

This is one of the many times that I looked at something at Anthropologie and thought, “Yea, I can definitely make that.” I went to Bead It (on South Lamar) and gathered tassels and cute bells.  Fortunately for me, I stumbled across the perfect handcrafted copper bells at Mockingbird Domestic (that deserves its own blog post).  All the supplies plus an iced coffee came out to the price of one of the Anthropologie string of chimes… and, now, I have two!

Sure, they are a little bit different, but I like that mine have hemp string versus the leather and… I made it… SO THERE! These will be hanging outside my door mingled in with my antique flyer cart filled with potted plants.

 

Music, Story

From the Threshold

FullSizeRenderSpring is here and it perfumes the air. The hauntingly beautiful voice of Raina Rose fills the room from the tiny speakers of my Mac Desktop, the faint sound of milk foam popping as the bubbles settle into my coffee, the mist floating from the clouds to the treetops, the birds chirping, the humidity hanging in the air like a lovers arms that are holding you captive in bed, thankfully it’s still cool enough you don’t want to break away, just yet. A battle of the bands that seduces the senses that all seem to meet at the threshold of my apartment and the outside world.

My home is a private place.  Although, my apartment, for the most part, is always set for company, but rarely does it see any.  My front door is always open when I am home.  No one ever comes to it, but this week, maybe it was the Spring air, or time giving a little push, something changed.

My neighbor, Jack, has been feeding a stray cat for about six months.  He started out skittish, never allowing anyone near him, even Jack. I’ve tried to coax him closer to no avail.  These last few days, his little heart has softened.  Earlier this week, I was in my kitchen doing dishes and I went to my bedroom to grab something and there he was, sitting there as if to say, “Can I help you?” A couple days later, he sat on the threshold of my open front door and watched me as I tidied up my living room.  Yesterday, he came in and sat just on the inside of my door and listened to me practicing a lullaby for a gig I have next week.  He listened contently, ears perked, posture straight.  When I was finished he lowered his head, as if to nod in a approval, before he left in search of other adventures.

“Cat” has started a new trend.  Outside my door, I have an old wooden cart that holds my balcony garden.  If my door is not open, “Cat” will climb up on this cart and stand on the potted plants.  His head comes just above the window sill.  He bats on the screen with his paw until I give him notice.

It’s just a cat, but I eagerly await our next encounter.  Perhaps I am a cat lady in the making or he’s a symbol of good things to come.  Either way Spring always brings new life, new meaning, just waiting to blossom.