(Himalayan) Zen Garden DIY — Jewelry Box Repurpose
Much like the ocean water’s rush, the crash of Summer into Autumn has been nothing short of untamed. Between last minute beach days, back to school picnics, back to school shopping, semi-annual social media sound offs (if you know, you know), keeping up with current events, and simply (or not so simply) riding the waves of life, it’s been A LOT (to say the least). However, these last few weeks have been very eye opening for me in terms of what kind of energy I desire to bring into my life going forward. This includes (but isn’t limited to) people, places, internet outlets, and ways of expression . . .
Mason Jar Night Light(s)
Christmas Eve is here, but let’s be honest, I’ve pretty much been celebrating since November. Even still, there never seems to be enough time to enjoy all the festive lights and decorations. This year, we certainly went all out. My mother-in-law even surprised our girls by decorating their room with all kinds of coloured Christmas lights and it looks so magical! I know as soon as the New Year arrives, I won’t have the heart to take their Christmas lights down right away, but I also don’t want to be THAT person who leaves Christmas lights up all year round, even if it’s just in their room. I did, however, figure out a way to enjoy some of the lights all year round without it looking like Christmas in July . . .
DIY Floral Hanging — How to Repurpose an Old Bouquet
Ten years (plus one month) still feels like yesterday and forever ago all at once. A lot has happened in the 10 years since my mom passed, and a lot has happened just this month. To say it’s been a difficult process would be an understatement, but I’m still hanging on to hope and these Eucalyptus petals. After all, that’s what she would have wanted — the hope(and the damn Eucalyptus). “Don’t throw it away, we can use it for a project”, she would insist. God bless her. No, really… That woman has given me some remarkable teachings about repurposing things, specifically related to nature, and I love her dearly for it . . .