Because LOOK. No one needs to hear what another middle-aged white woman has to say about her urban parenting freelancing life. No one. SERIOUSLY. I won’t be telling anyone to read this. I don’t think anyone will. But though clearly I haven’t had Impetus To Craft since 20 fricken 12, now I have all these plants and I want to take pictures of them and put them somewhere. So it’s here. A blog I haven’t opened since I had a kid in nappies and another one about to tunnel out of my girlfriend and make us all his servants for life. It’s gunna be a blast. I’m a bit flat, to tell no one the truth, and it feels like one of those years where all your cells have finally been replaced (though technically my age was divisible by seven LAST year) and I’m not yet quite sure what to do with all the change. Probably writing about it will … help?
This is a plant whose name I do not know. That is a sentence I will be writing A LOT. ACTUALLY in this case I could check the IKEA site, as this plant came from that amazing shop, to which I (as has happened at least twice before to me and several times to close friends of mine also) wore blue and yellow the day I bought this plant. And others, who shall feature here eventually. It is a philodendron selloum. FWIW.
Today I repotted this plant in two pieces, so god only knows how that will turn out. Here is the other bit, which I left in the kids’ bedroom as it has survived several tantrums already and so is probably resilient enough to stay there and I dunno teach them stuff.
I love that swan. I have many Kmart pots.
Honestly, I only know what I’m doing when the hormones align and I tick enough boxes.