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Iron Crane Curtain

23 Nov

You’ve really got to hand it to those Anthropologie employees for cranking out gorgeous art installations made (seemingly) of trash, discarded pieces of fabric, recyclable paper and various layers of paint. It’s not easy making fantastic, artistic feats; a realization I’ve placed some personal stock in during the course of the past few weeks.

Yes, making 300 cranes out of magazine cutouts has been a laborious commitment. One that’s been increasingly difficult to maintain given recent work developments that have left me flinging from one geographical location to another. A nice break from routine, sure, but my labor of love has seen some compromise.

My very large bedroom window cubby had been bare until recently– barring the shanty growth of a tardily planted morning glory. Sadly, I’ve recently thrown it out as it’s weakness had become disgusting me since no amount of love and nurture would encourage it into health.

Surely my neighbors experience spells of joy when their field of vision innocently makes its way towards my direction, finding me cutting my toenails or examining my hair to see how long it’s grown. Curtains? I’ve considered that, but the cost-benefit on that just didn’t work out in my favor. It would make all my decorations and various jewelry holders inaccessible to me. Plus, it would cut out my cubby from the rest of my room and I need that to be a centerpiece…because it sort of is.

I normally don’t like to broadcast a work in progress. In its incomplete stage, my masterpiece looks so charming:

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Improvements

14 Nov

I’ve been investing some R&R into this blog, if you’ve noticed the shiny new domain.

For those of you with iPads, you’ll be pleasantly greeted with this image when you save my blog onto your home screen as a button.

Behold:

Pretty Huh?

I’m almost done with my origami crane curtain.

Here’s a little something something else:

Thanks for reading so far, everyone!

Minimalism

5 Oct

The tiny house movement has inspired me to get a tiny bed. This is the first time I’ve slept in a twin since the third grade. It was the same bed I got for my 11 year old cousin actually, the Ikea Tromso bed. Bunk beds are cool and I’ve never had a sibling that was very close to my age which is why I never got them. Which made me want them even more. My parents never understood why I wanted them so desperately. Nevertheless, I have devised a way to realize my childhood dream and economize on space.

My room really wasn’t big enough for my things and since I couldn’t make it bigger, I made my things smaller.

What’s sad for me is to see the wrought iron canopy bed I acquired a few years ago go. But I just gave it to my russian friend Malvina so it’s still in the family, which is nice for when I have my very probable episode of claustrophobic-separation anxiety. A new term.

Witness the transformation from this:

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To this:

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I will most likely be making future posts pertaining to social commentaries and observations in Greece. If there even are any.

Although I’ve already gotten a call from Lufthansa saying they’re changing my flight due to the strike in the airport in Thessaloniki. This is promising already.

Infinity Scarves How-To, Scarves in General.

30 Sep

Scarves.

So necessary, a staple of fall.
So the only thing I’ve learned how to knit.
So annoying when you aren’t quite sure how to wrap it around your neck.

I’ve devised a solution. I mean, other people have too. But I would have thought of it if they hadn’t, so it’s sort of like I invented it: The Infinity Scarf.

The answer to all scarf woes. It’s just a scarf that’s attached to itself making a knit donut. Seamless, easy wearability. First, let me show you all the scarves, I’ve made 8 total. 2 man scarves (one of these two is sort of effeminate), 5 lady scarves.

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I’m gloating. Yes. Feast your eyes on my talent.

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Now for the How-to:

I’ve picked my softest, most glorious scarf.

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I consulted a professional about this, Jill, my friend, makes scarves far more frequently than I. Since I’m a novice. I asked about what I’d need to make an infinity scarf. I was instructed to get some sort of large crochet needle that will “thread” the yarn in order to simulate “sewing” the two ends together. I didn’t want to buy another tool, so, I used one Bobby pin instead, which seemed to work fine. Just make sure your yarn hangs tight.

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So you see, you take both ends, and you sew them together as you would anything else. This actually isn’t all that complicated.

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All this visual reinforcement probably isn’t tremendously useful. Although it is if you don’t know how to sew.

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In one way and out the other.

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Until it’s done. And when it is, you make a few more loops in the same place to make sure the yarn is pulled taut. That’s how it gets secure.

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Then you have this. An unbreakable bond if coziness. This scarf is actually huge. The width is as long as my forearm.

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Several Things:

26 Sep

First: I really wish I were psychic. Or that Cheaptickets.com would tell me the truth. What do you think discount flight companies mean when they say “Last day to buy at this price”? Is it:

“buy this today because tomorrow it WILL be more expensive”

Or

“buy this today because tomorrow it MAY be more expensive. Or not. Who knows!”

I’ve done some calculations and I think I have about a 40% chance of getting the flight at a cheaper price tomorrow. But 40 isn’t 100 is it.

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Second: I’m intrigued by PanAm. That new mad-menesque show that’s coming out. Or is out? It’s not about a 50s-60s fixation. And it certainly isn’t nostalgia; I wasn’t anywhere near even being conceived. It’s about the fine craftsmanship that the makers of these shows exhibit.

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Third: My morning glory plant is just now starting a major growth spurt. Leaving now will be seriously detrimental to it’s growth. I wish aqua globes actually worked. Or that I knew someone who would water my plants like they say they will when I go on vacation.

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Fourth: I’ve started investing some work into my paper crane curtain. I have about 25 cranes made out of discarded magazines! I must channel my inner Anthropologie, because really, who doesn’t love anthropologie? It’s an decorational inspiration to everyone. Examples of the kind of thing I’d like to achieve:

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Tiny Houses

25 Sep

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A lot of attention has been devoted to tiny houses. And I think they’re adorable. They’re affordable and they speak to the true nature of what a living space should be. People shouldn’t live in absurdly large houses. It doesn’t foster intimacy. Let’s say you’re married or have a family, your children are physically far away from you, various family members don’t need to be in the same room because they simply have the option of occupying various corners of the house. And if you’re single, you don’t need that much space to begin with. Beyond that, people will find things to fill spaces with. My purses, no matter how large they may be, always find a way to fill themselves to capacity. They have a mind of their own and exert their power over me.

Even if I were to carry a roll around suitcase as a purse, eventually it would get full. People will fill every room with stuff if they have the space. Stuff you don’t need, but would like to have. Or want. Our needs are fixed. Our wants are malleable and easily manipulated. If I allow myself, I may want to one day own the Cave of Wonders. And if this goes unchecked and I make fantastic amounts of money, I will. And it will be disgusting. I’ll have dusty idle piles of gold coins filling the corners of my gigantic dwelling, none of it will ever mean anything and I’ll be very very sad.

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Extra space brings clutter, clutter brings bad feng shui, bad fung shui brings stagnancy, stagnancy brings death in a variety of forms!

Tumbleweed Tiny House Co. Has been doing rather well. They have an entire “collection” that look like gingerbread houses. Or cottages. There are companies out there that give you do-it-yourself instructions on making your own home or sell you floor plans to have a contractor do it. Tumbleweed’s B-53, the biggest home (at 874 sq ft) with three bedrooms, approximates costs for materials at just under $58,000. that’s the price of a car. Sometimes.

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This other one here is the Bodega, $30,000:

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This is the Lusby. Ready made: $50,000. Do it yourself: $21,250.

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The Popomo, ready made: $45,000. DIY: $20,000

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At that price, I can just get a couple and stack them on top of each other like legos!

This would be the ultimate DIY project.

These other houses aren’t made by Tumbleweed and are far more expensive but they’re neat too:

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Stained Glass. The end of an era. #26 of Bucket List!

18 Sep

I feel emancipated.

I’ve had my stained glass project from high school in my basement for the past 6 years. I was very excited to finish this in high school. I was the first person in my class to choose my pieces of glass, cut/saw them and copper foil them. It was like the rabbit and the hare. I did everything as quickly as I could and then decided to either read magazines in art class or just not go until the remainder of the year, assuming I had tons of time for bringing my project to completion. I had the most ambitious project. Everyone else did one thing. A flower. A bird. A Boston Red Sox emblem. I made an entire seaside landscape. I was a senior and things had spiraled out of control and I ended the year promising my high school art teacher that I would come back the week after school had officially closed and she said that she would still be at school busy with administrative work and that I could. I never went back.

I knew I was making a mistake then and that I would regret not going. I regretted it all the way until now and I never did anything about it. It didn’t keep me up at night in a panic, but during the past six years, anytime I stopped to think about whatever I had to do, I would always be reminded of finishing my stained glass project. I decided to call up the high school because I saw a flier for adult classes at the cafe. Here’s how that went:

Me: Hi! I was just interested in your adult stained glass class, am I calling the right person?
Lady: What stained glass class.
Me: Oh… I thought there was one at the high school…
Lady: UHHHHHHHHHH letmecheck.

Hold for ten minutes

Lady: OKAY that used to be a program we offered but the last class ended in May and we are currently not offering it indefinitely.
Me: Well is Ms. Walsh still at the high school? Do they still offer it for the normal curriculum

I dont know why I even said this. Like I was going to sneak into the high school and join a high school class in efforts of coercing Ms. Walsh (my former teacher) into not reporting my presence to anyone.

Lady: No she’s not at the high school anymore.
Me: Well, I guess I should explain my situation to you then. See, I was a 2006 graduate and I (nervous chuckle), well I had a stained glass project that I’d like to finish and it seems I have some time in my, uh, schedule–I mean not a lot of time but well I-(I started to trail off here and was just anticipating her interruption, something like “oh wow, how neat! Well let me see what we can do for you!” as she diligently went off to be helpful. Instead she was silent.)- well I guess that’s it.
Lady: (silence)
Me: This must sound so silly.
Lady: Well. Ms. Walsh isn’t at the high school anymore, I’m not sure what else we can do for ya.
Me: Who teaches stained glass now?
Lady: Nobody.
Me: What do you mean.
Lady: Stained glass isn’t being taught.
Me: WHY?!
Lady: No one’s taking it!

Then I thanked her for her time and went online to watch tuturials on stained glass. Then I kept thinking about where I could go to use some stained glass making facility. I consulted a few friends about it. My friend Sean told me I could just buy a soldering iron but that sounded much too complicated so I immediately disregarded the suggestion and continued wallowing about it, because, where could you even FIND this stuff.

I went online.
Looked up “soldering iron” in google.
Clicked on “I’m feeling lucky” for the first time ever.
The page that came up was RADIO SHACK. SOLDERING IRON. $8.99.
There’s a radio shack down the street from my house.

I finished it! Finally after all this time!

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I love it as much today as I did when I first created it.

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Tools. Plexiglas.

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I had to make these dollops so they would hold the pieces together for me.

Being able to control metal is incredible. This is why Magneto is the coolest X-Men character.

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I got a new little table for my room from a man on craigslist and painted it blue in between the time I started and ended this project. It’s actually a file cabinet! But it’s wooden.

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I added a little hanger for it. I was unsure about it holding the weight but I pulled on it as hard as I could and it’s still intact.

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DONE.

I think I have aptitude for stained glass.
That’s one I can cross off my bucket list.

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