Tasseled Mobile
When my daughter was here for the summer, we had to come up with a creative way to give her her own space. Our 1bed/bath condo is not exactly roomy, if you know what I mean. (And I mean if you turn around and stretch out your arms you will punch someone.) (Not really.) (Well, maybe.)
Instead of a solid room divider, which I was afraid would make our small space feel even smaller, I decided to create a paper mobile set with medium-heavy sheets in great designs. I hung them over a bookcase we floated in the middle of the living room to create a bedroom wall for her.
The great thing about having them each hang individually, is I have total control over how close they are to each other and how long they hang from the celling. The sturdy packaging string is knotted onto clear pushpins directly into the celling. And the tassels make me smile every time I look at them. I keep the fan on just to see them all dance together.
I love them so much, I decided to make a few extra for the store. You can see the color schemes below. I hope you love them as much as me!
Margot Wearing Earrings, Matt Loving Margot
KristyK asked if I had any photos of someone wearing my earrings to get a sense of what size they were. Here is Margot wearing the pair from panel 9, #3:
As you can see, Matt thinks they are pretty great, too
Click on a pair to add it to your cart, click again (if you change your mind) to remove it.
I Made You Some Earrings
Would you like to see them? Or maybe buy some? I tried to keep them inexpensive because I know things are tight for everyone right now. This way you could have a little something pretty and I can pay a little pretty electric bill. Win win! (Thanks for making the store, Joe!)
I made two pairs of each kind. After that, they are gone, baby, gone.
Hiding
I look out the window. The sun is shining, the leaves are dancing a slow waltz and I hear traffic close by.
There is a tiny spot of grime under my left thumbnail. I meticulously remove it with the long prong on the pen lid.
The AC kicks on and my feet turn to ice. My arms get pimples and I think about getting my sweater.
The AC turns off and slowly the small of my lower back gets warm and clammy. I feel a tiny bead of sweat fill behind my ear, under the arm of my glasses. It doesn’t fall.
I look at the screen and wish the words would come. Where are my words, I think, when my inside feels so full and empty.
Once there were so many words I couldn’t stop them from spilling out through closed lips and gloved fingertips. The words built up behind my teeth, vibrating for release and my hands moved quickly and surely, without stopping for pleasantries or lunch.
I grab my ice tea from the side table. The condensation has pooled around the base and quick drops fall to my neck, breast, creating a deep purple and jagged dash on my cotton shirt.
Maybe I’m in there, I think. Maybe that’s where my words are hiding.
Overheard. (in my living room (because I was saying it))
“What’s your plan for today?”
“Oh my heck, I’m SO constipated. I really need to get things moving in there.”
“…”
“Like, really badly.”
“So…pooping? That’s your plan?”
“I thought I’d try wearing your grandmother’s ring on my right hand instead of my left…..?”
“You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”
Nice One, Peterson
Elan and I are meeting up to talk before the conference gets started. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other in person. She looks brilliant in her black-framed glasses.
It’s always a little weird at first, talking when you haven’t seen each other for awhile. I’m conscious of wanting to make a good re-impression.
We head over to the coffee place. I get a half-caff, she gets a drink so detailed that I cease understanding halfway through. It may have included the words “snap, crackle, pop” and “magic fairy dust.” It sounded delicious.
I think the baristo was new. Yes, pretty sure. Or maybe he was just a very quiet, possibly shy young man. He fumbled with Elan’s change.
Him – “I’ve only got ones. Do you mind if I give you all ones?”
Elan – “No, that’s fine.”
Me – “Right, no worries. We’re heading to the strip club later, so those ones will come in handy.”
Elan – “…….”
Him – “… . …”
Me – sipping my half-caff, dootie do. “Um, I was kidding.”
Deafening silence and many wide eyes. Operation Good Re-Impression = Succes!
