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So our live tree didn't make it simply because of the inability to bring it out of dormancy slowly enough. It would have been easier if we could control the heat in our house, however we can't and sometimes it's fucking stiffling. So leaving it outside and bringing it in simply made it slowly wilt.
Did I toss it out?
No.
I trimmed it down decently far and put it on the fire escae in the snow. I'll attempt to nurse it until spring, and then trim it again. If it starts coming back, we'll obviously be keeping it.
The trimmings I cut I then sprinkled around the pumpkin spice candle we have (it's in a flower pot plate surrounded by rocks), and also in the smaller of the three large, round glass tubes for holding thick, fat candles (which used to have flower petals in it from some hippie girl that was curb alerting the set). Now the room smells even more yummy (it always smells like pumpkin spice, and now it's got undertones of very soft, clean evergreen).
I like making this like that for the apartment in cheap little ways. It makes me happy. Maybe at some point I'll take pictures of how our apartment is coming together from all the things we find thrown out, at the salvation army, or from odds and ends we piece together.
Funny: I started doing this more when I started crocheting. Being constantly crafty (I crochet every day) has been making it easier for me to understand how to physically make things.
Oh, and by the way: I had three layer hummus and clover sprouts on texas toast for breakfast (with apple sauce heated up with raisins in it). That was so damn good that I had it again on raisin/cinnamon bread at work.
Tomorrow Ian and I break out our bread machine and start actually using it.
Fuck yes.
Did I toss it out?
No.
I trimmed it down decently far and put it on the fire escae in the snow. I'll attempt to nurse it until spring, and then trim it again. If it starts coming back, we'll obviously be keeping it.
The trimmings I cut I then sprinkled around the pumpkin spice candle we have (it's in a flower pot plate surrounded by rocks), and also in the smaller of the three large, round glass tubes for holding thick, fat candles (which used to have flower petals in it from some hippie girl that was curb alerting the set). Now the room smells even more yummy (it always smells like pumpkin spice, and now it's got undertones of very soft, clean evergreen).
I like making this like that for the apartment in cheap little ways. It makes me happy. Maybe at some point I'll take pictures of how our apartment is coming together from all the things we find thrown out, at the salvation army, or from odds and ends we piece together.
Funny: I started doing this more when I started crocheting. Being constantly crafty (I crochet every day) has been making it easier for me to understand how to physically make things.
Oh, and by the way: I had three layer hummus and clover sprouts on texas toast for breakfast (with apple sauce heated up with raisins in it). That was so damn good that I had it again on raisin/cinnamon bread at work.
Tomorrow Ian and I break out our bread machine and start actually using it.
Fuck yes.