It started out as one tiny air plant. Purchased at The Renegade Craft Fair. Just one. One that I knew I would probably kill. One that let out a tiny scream of fear when it saw me approach. One that I took home and forgot to water. One that I accidentally left overnight in a bowl of water. Subconsciously making up for the week prior. One tiny air plant who lived to tell the tale and was soon joined by a snake plant, soon joined by 6 succulents (only 2 remain, but that’s another story, poor little guys), soon joined by 2 fig trees because I got really brave.
Up until last summer, I steered away from owning a houseplant. It had nothing to do with not liking plants, I guess I just tend to kill them faster then most humans on the planet. In general, I think I’m a bit intimidated. I owned a jade tree in junior high and it thrived, but everything else seemed to die when I neared it. After moving into the new house, I longed to have pretty greenery but really knew nothing about feeding or watering…only killing. I dragged my feet until last August when I attended The Renegade Craft Fair with Laura from Avery Street Design. Hence forth, I’ve become slightly obsessed with how I decorate with plants.
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