Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Project: Mounting a Staghorn Fern

I have been wanting a mounted fern for many years, but they are super $50 range. When I spotted a staghorn fern at Home Depot for next to nothing I figured I could mount it myself. So I did a little research and made a super simple project! The whole thing took less than an hour and that includes the time it took for clear coat to dry. You probably have most of the supplies laying around like I did.

You will need:
• staghorn fern (my pot had two)
• monofilament (fishing line)
• board of some sort. I bought these for $1.50 each.
• nails and one of those toothed picture hangers.
• something circular (this will make sense as you read directions)
• sheet moss 
•spray clear coat
*optional paint

1. Take your board and paint it if you like. I left mine unpainted. Then spray with a clear coat or varnish so the board won't rot.

2. Center and add your toothed hanger to the back of your board.

3. Trace something circular in the center of your board. I used a bowl.

4. Nail 6-8 nails around the circle, but not at the top 1/4 where your plant will be.

5. Separate your plant and shake excess soil. These ferns grow on trees and do not need extra soil. Lay it on your board and make sure the plant will look nice as it rests. You don't want it hanging low or tucking behind the mount. 

6. Lay the sheet moss over the root ball.

7. Next you wind that monofilament between the nails, criss cross and mix it up until the whole thing feels secure.

8. Stand it up, brush it off and set it in the sink and give it a water, let the excess drain off and then hang it up.

I have been reading on how to care for these ferns and it looks like you take them down for a water and drain once a week. I imagine misting could also be good. I am going to keep a close eye on these babies for a few weeks to see what works for them. Just remember ferns like to be moist, but not soggy and like indirect light.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Leaf Collecting

Monday, September 26, 2016

First Tooth

In case my post yesterday did not clue you in, Cordelia has lost her first tooth. She will be seven in a few days so she is definitely late to the toothless business. She has long wondered when it would be her time as friends all lost their teeth and her tiny chompers were still firmly placed in her sweet face.

Honestly though, her tooth has been loose for sooooo long. Beyond showing her how to wiggle it and giving her a few pro tips (twist that thang) I refused to do it for her. My mother did the same for her kids saying, "I pulled my teeth. You pull yours." Now I am not weirded out by tooth pulling, though I have discovered through conversation about this that many people are really uncomfortable with tooth loss. Anyway, Eric and I both left it to Cordelia and she can be agonizingly patient about stuff. She is the kind of person who can eat an entire lollipop and never bite into it. I, on the other hand, have never been able to even let a chocolate chip melt in my mouth...I gotta chomp. 

Her patience about this tooth has been mind boggling. Months it has gone on and on with no resolution. She has been able to suck the tooth back and forth with air, too much info for you tooth-phobic folks?

Yesterday her body finally rejected the tooth. We were in church and she was coloring when the tooth fell from her face. She shouted, "Mom I lost my tooth!" I did not believe her at first as she has been tricking me with that for a few months. This time it was true and there she was holding a tiny tooth in her tiny hand with a look of crazed elation on her face.

I remember our excitement when that tiny tooth first pushed through her gummy baby grin. We were so happy for our little baby, but even then I wondered about the girl she would be when that tooth fell out. Perhaps that sort of thinking should be called pre-nostalgia. And now here we are, Cordelia with one less tooth in her face and me with a baby tooth in an envelope in my dresser. 

She asked to pretend the tooth fairy is real. So we pretended with her. We did a card and money. She wanted to share her cash with her fully toothed sister. 

So one tooth down and I have no idea how many more to go.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Sunday Quote: Every Tooth

Every tooth in a man's head is more valuable than a diamond.
-Cervantes, Don Quixote 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Lazy Saturday

We are off to a mellow start this Saturday, a much needed mellow Saturday.  I have been sketching in my pajamas with lots of coffee drinking. Eric has been busy scoring a film. Both girls are working through a cold. We did a craft with some fall leaves we had collected.

Then the girls played animal shelter...Cordelia is planning a fundraiser?
Elise got bored with that; who can imagine why she would not be interested in pretend fundraising?!  Currently Elise is in the bath, pretending to be a mermaid. I am sitting on the stool in the bathroom writing a blog while she plays.

I have to run by the store after lunch and later I will meet a friend for a lady date...a much needed break! 

What are your plans?

Friday, September 23, 2016

Phone Photo Friday: 9.23.16

Well, well, well Friday again. Life has been pretty hectic lately. I was afraid that I had not taken enough photos for today, but I was wrong. Here is a week in review.
Bum with a tiny hat.

A portrait of my husband.

Elise using a hammer and chisel. 

Wyoming sunset.

One of my daily paintings.

Elise and me sharing some mother/daughter time while Cordelia was at a birthday party.

Cordelia with the fairy garden she made at the birthday party.

Elise working on an acrylic painting.

Drawing I made of Cordelia.

Cordelia working on her first oil painting.

Painting I made for my daily painting challenge.

So the Wyoming winds have picked back up. They will last until May 2017...

While Eric was in New Mexico we did a lot of FaceTime talking. 

So anxious to see Eric pull up after a week away.


Drawing of Elise.

Cordelia, being herself. 

Old Bee

Momo makes sketching difficult, but I don't mind.

Chair ride at Grandpa's work.

Vegan food! 

Puppet show yo
Cordelia made a hot pink cat with a purple wig at her art class.

A daily painting.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Twenty-Second Day

I am now on my 22nd day of making a painting a day. I must admit that this has been a pretty demanding process, but it sure has gotten my creative juices flowing and has really pushed me to create.

Have you been doing the challenge?

Today I am starting my highschool art class at the art museum. I really enjoy this class and I have some ideas to integrate my new practice into inspiration for my students.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Without Words

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


Fall is here or almost here. I can hear it, the sound the leaves make as they slap together, leathery. Cordelia and I have been watching them change each day, noting subtle differences in color.
 I have been waffling back and forth between hot and cold. Days are warm and nights are cool. I have an extra blanket on the bed.

 The garden is still gifting us with so much food, more than we can eat, but it looks tired. I can tell our days of fresh veggies are numbered. 

Eric mowed the lawn last week. He may not have to mow again until next spring. Soon it will be leaf raking that we are working through.

Is it fall where you are?

Monday, September 19, 2016


Yesterday Eric made his way home after a week in New Mexico for a family funeral. We opted to keep the girls in Wyoming as it was their first week of school and classes, but it was a hard week. Not a bad week, the girls were so well behaved, but we all really missed Eric.

I am a capable woman and it was fine to be solo, but I really missed my partner and my very best friend.

We talked through FaceTime every day, but the girls really started to miss their father. 

So yesterday afternoon the girls waited and waited for their father and he finally arrived mid-afternoon. The rest of the  day was wonderful and chaotic. Glad to have the family back together.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Sunday Quote: Not Even Poets

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
~Zelda Fitzgerald 
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