I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Hobbies one should not admit to and dead plant life
This is a dead tree. Specifically, a dead Ficus Benjamina, a weeping fig tree. I nurtured it, coddled it and feed it nutritious tree food. And did it appreciate that? No. The Ficus is a drama queen, a professional victim. If a breeze comes within 10 feet of it, if a person (god forbid) brushes against it, it sheds leaves like a martyr shedding clothes to take in the burning desert sun. The wimp. I pampered it and replaced its soil. And finally
in the dead of winter, I put it on the balcony. But not, let me add, until one mutant very long branch poked me in the eye. A branch bearing 3 of it's scrawny collection of 14 leaves.
Now it lives on the balcony. Weedy thinks it's kind of cool looking. So. I'm beading it.
I think I've officially been working on the Etsy shop site for tooooo long.
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1 comment:
But I don't see any sparkles, just wooden beads - where are the sparkly ones? (easily amused here, can you tell?)
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