Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Ruby River's Collage Wall


We've lived here for over a year and there are still a lot of little nooks that I've never taken the time to share. Sometimes, I just haven't thought about it, or I had other, more important things to talk about, like walking in pee, the time I forgot about vinyl records, or the time Cory fell into a slobbering slumber while we were on a double date.  But other times, I decide not to show things because they aren't finished, or they're kinda hodge-podge or boring, or they're just not cool enough. Or the desk is too messy or the lighting is bad that day.

Isn't that lame?

So I'm going to start sharing the nooks, baby. Because I'm done applying standards to myself that I don't apply to anyone else. I love seeing ya'll'ns's nooks. I hope they aren't perfect. Unfinished? Show me anyway. Hodge Podge and slightly unoriginal? You make me feel human.

At the end of the day, I care a little bit. I enjoy puttering around the house and making things look cute. But it's a hobby, not my life's work. I'm just gonna assume that's alright with you.

 
I find myself particularly enamored of collage walls, these days.
(Enamored of? Enamored with? Cory and I have had this discussion about 18,000 times and we've never drawn a hard conclusion.)
(And yes, we are as interesting and spicy a couple as you'll ever hope to find. Why do you ask?)

The collage obsession is raging around here for two reasons:
1) Our walls are all white and this is a great way to fill up that space with as much color as we crave.
2) It's all about the thrift, party people. Collages are the best way ever to dig out all of the junk you've been hoarding for years. Dig it on out, throw it together. Stunning effect. Or at least "interesting" effect.

I don't usually put a ton of planning into my collages. (Yes, I said collages..stay tuned.) I start with something in the middle and work my way out, making sure the whole thing stays slightly wonky and imbalanced. It's part of the charm.

For Ruby's collage, I started with this piece, because it's one of the coolest, most personal, textured-up, super-colorful works of art I've ever owned. My homegirl Courtney created it just for Rubes. It made me verklempt.

**Court is offering FPFG readers 20% off all orders in her Etsy shop until Oct. 7th! Use the code FLOWERPATCHFG13 at check out.**

This "R" was created entirely by Ruby and I love it. We bought one of those hollow, cardboard letters from Hobby Lobby, then I cut a bunch of scrap tissue paper (most of which came from shopping bag packaging from places like Boden, Aerie, VS...never throw that fun stuff away!) into squares and she ModPodged them on. Kids take risks, you know? They're fearless.

We made this soon after we moved in, having no idea that I would end up finding that delicious quilt while I was at Craft Weekend last February. It was fortuitous.

The bird came from who-knows-where, who-knows-when. I've had it forever but never used it. Shame!

This is one of my favorite verses.
The print came from one of the swooniest Etsy shops - Katy Girl Designs.

We all love Katie Dasiy, right?
I found a boxed set of KD greeting cards eons ago at TJ Maxx. It was before I even knew she was thing. 

I popped one in an old frame and called it done.

 I have always dreamed of having a child who played the harp. The end.

Okay, that was a lie.

These came in a pair from the best thrift store in all of Kansas. I think I paid $2 for the set.

This is Ruby's very favorite art work, lovingly made by her Birth Mama.
Ruby loves riding Buck the Horse with her (birth) Grandma Maggie. This gift = perfection.

Quilt: Bearly Makin' It, Marion KS
Sheets: Target ($5 for the set last week!)
Pillowcase: TJ Maxx
Striped pillow: Allegan Flea Market

Totally forgot to mention that little square frame under the Harpist.
It's a vintage sample of wallpaper that came in the frame when I bought it, ages ago. I liked it, so I kept it in the frame.

There you have it, in all its quirky, hodge-podged, thrifty splendor.

In related news, this happened last week, after much angst and thrashing about. (See: tears.)
In the end, it was the suspense that nearly did her in...the actual pulling wasn't so bad.

Sister Friend is the last of her friends to lose a tooth, but she's making up for lost time by walking around town holding her lower lip down, so you and me and the crossing guard and the cashier at Kroger are all sure to catch it.

I don't know about you, but I'm thinking it seems like it's pretty fun to be 7.