The Fall cleaning bug bit on the ceiling mounted planters this week. The artificial ferns and dried flowers had become dusty and faded. All of that had to go away. It was time to refresh the containers.
The biggest project was the first one in the music room/den. A Haegar vase in an equally vintage macramé hanger has served as a visual divider between my shrine and the rest of the room. To emphasize the boundary utility of the project, I utilized the dimension of height. Three birds of paradise act as mechanicals around which the rest of the faux floral elements are placed.
A small fish-shaped planter in the bathroom had a posy of moss roses that had become dingy. I washed the small planter then added new blooms. The flower color matches the details of the fish. By the way, the vintage model ship depicts the “Cutty Sark”.
The “California Designs” hanging vase needed a more intensive overhaul. The vintage macramé hanger twine has become frayed and weakened through the years. I reinforced the three “legs” with thin floral wire. The fire-orange glaze of the vase called for contrasting rich greens. Swedish ivy provides support for three large green blooms.
The Blue Jay of Happiness plucked this random quote from the Interwebs today: “We don’t believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.”–Austrian novelist, Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach