I thought I was getting a silly little freckle on my chest removed. It turns out that little guy was “special” and a quick and easy procedure morphed into four-inch line of sutures across my chest. All those stitches and not a boob job in sight! It’s fine, I’m fine and the mole is gone. All this translates into a super slowdown as everything heals.
I’ve completely fallen down the Instagram rabbit hole. There is much inspiration (and envy) in all of those square little photos. It’s fun to peek into other people’s gardens, kitchens, closets and lives. I’m particularly OBSESSED with flora.forager. This brilliant woman takes botanicals she forges from her surroundings and creates art.
I want to frame every single one of these creations. She sells prints of her work on her website, so maybe it’s time to make an order. The way she takes familiar plants plucked from the dirt and transforms them into a beautiful, whimsical story speaks to my stitched-up situation.
Since I’ve got (rare) time on my hands I thought why not give it a try? I started with some leggy succulents hanging out in my kitchen. I plucked all the leaves off and played.
Here’s my first formation a la flora.forger. I can enjoy these pretty creations out on the counter for a couple of days and then plant them in cactus soil. I found a spot for the planting outside in some dappled sunlight.
If all goes well, we’ll have a new container filled with old favorites — which feels most appropriate right now.