We’ve hit the part of November where I’m no longer antsy at every moment I spend inside, worried I’m missing the most glorious leaves or the richest sunset. It’s less about the weather (though that’s been windier and rainier, I actually enjoy the exhilaration of walking in it) and more about the angle of the sun in the sky; I’m back to taking my vitamin D supplements and watching the shadows move from long to longer.
In this relaxation of darkness–the sunlight we have is tenuous enough I no longer feel compelled to cling to it greedily–I’m back to making stuff and puttering around home. Hence this snippet. Here we’re back in the bathroom (and yes, one shot is from the same day as Snippet 11, while the others are more recent).
I’ve got a decent sized bathroom–about 5’X6′, with a large window and, since the first frost warnings a few weeks ago, eight plants, two of them peaking into the shot above (a spider plant with babies and a rhipsalis heteroclada).
Since snippets are a sort of I Spy listing of the random accoutrements and accessories of corners of my life, I’ll break down the details. The necklaces are hanging from my new favorite in the genre of pointed-things-to-hammer-into-walls: upholstery nails. My walls are concrete, not the more typical plaster-and-lathe of the majority of pre-(WWII-)war buildings I’ve lived in before this, which means that brads (and even nails) tend to bend before they’re sturdily sunk. Upholstery nails are shorter, less malleable, and with more interesting irregular (hand-hewn) heads. Big thumbs up. You may not be able to tell, but I made the nails form the Big Dipper constellation on a whim, but also because it’s more forgiving than trying for a straight horizontal line.
The necklaces here are half ones I’ve made myself and half hand-me-downs or thrifted. On the second nail from the left is a three-tetrahedron creation that I finished this early evening, just in time to realize that it totally didn’t go with my shirt (hence this post–when you can’t wear a new thing…). The vintage fake pearl necklace hanging second from the right I made out of a necklace of my grandmother’s. Hanging with it is a dollar find at the thrift store, a particularly delicate chain and tiny faceted stones in a shade of pale lilac that my normally purple-adverse heart finds pleasing. I think it might be tanzanite and gold, but I also have nothing to base that on besides hazy memories of once or twice handling tanzanite during a highschool job in a bead store. That same bead store job (and a dangerous employee discount) ignited my love of labradorite, which is hanging on the far right nail. That particular stone I picked up wandering through the bead-and-button section of Seoul (someday, Minneapolis, someday…) and put to chain when home. I love how labradorite changes in its flash and vivaciousness (or whatever the technical gemology terms are) as it’s worn and exposed to skin and oils. It’s a feldspar, like moonstone, but more subtle and far more engaging, its base often mossy and grey-green, flashing green/blue/orange. Also seen: an antique caliper and two vintage skeleton keys, because I had them and they’re lovely and when you truly love something, you hang it above your toilet on an upholstery tack if it’ll hold. Look it up. I’m pretty sure that’s what those decluttering books are preaching these days.
Below the necklaces, sitting on the molding, are two pieces of fool’s gold/pyrite. I lucked into a wonderful rock collection at the thrift store, with plastic baggies hand-labeled indicating not only the type of rock, but its level of cool (including exclamations points on one, I believe–I concurred). I’m glad I found it with the previous owner’s sorting and notes intact–it feels a bit more like a direct connection to this other rock-lover.
Below those is a (thrifted, but it’s all thrifted) wooden catchall, with an assortment of combs and brushes (my hair needs vary drastically by length), an acrylic penguin full of burnt matchsticks (because those are beautiful too, especially in aggregate, haphazardly deposited in this cylinder), bobby pins in containers, a candle and matches, a sweet little penguin box whose purpose I have yet to find, and a mirror.
And to the right, a carved wooden stingray. Because of course.