little did the succulent i picked from the flower shop know of what lay ahead... this was an experiment in ceramics and continues to be one in indoor gardening. i have no idea if the plant will tolerate any of it. i was looking for something with dark, purple leaves but fell for this silhouette.
similar hanging plant pods were featured in an interior magazine a couple months back. they were sleeker in shape but mine can be watered from the top. i should try and make some more if i have the time. plain white ones would be ideal. the shape is far from what i envisioned, but have i mentioned yet how much i suck at sculpting clay? i would like them to be streamlined and textured, more seed-like.
there is a circle of black plastic, with a slit cut to accommodate the stem, tucked into the pod to keep the earth in place. i'll replace it with felt once i locate my scrap stash, in hopes of introducing some absorbency to the equation. now the water will pretty much run through, thanks to the sandy soil.
please excuse the depressing view from my window. it's much nicer when the trees are green. i won't be seeing that this year, or ever again. now that the move is so imminent, i realize just how fond i am of this apartment even though i hate living here. i would take it with me if i could, only improve it a little afterwards, push the walls wider.
i still don't know where i'll be going. or how. the only strongman with a van i know will be out of the country, and the big day appears to fall on a national holiday. splendid.
