I have a collection of vintage McCoy planters that boggle the mind of everyone I know because plants hate me and I feel the same. At one time we had many plants, including a thriving Hibiscus (Hubert, RIP), many
cacti, a jade plant, African violets, etc. They did well in our old
apartment, because utilities were included so in the winter we kept it
positively tropical. Once we moved and started paying for heat, things
got a little chillier (I bought a pair of indoor boots and I wish I was
kidding). Plus, the lighting is different here and many plants acquired real estate a little further from the window. Combine that with a lot of traveling, including my four month stint abroad, and the plants slowly died one by one. One of two may have been put out of their misery before their time. Hubert the Hibscus just passed away last week (natural causes) and the grandma who gave him to me (and created him from a cutting TWENTY plus years ago) is going to murder me. Only
a much, much smaller jade plant remains (he’s the Benjamin Button of my plants, getting teenier each day).
The lone survivor got smaller digs because I found a cute glass vessel thrifting that I thought would make him look less sad and lonely because the scale is more proportional to his tiny nothingness. I know he should have drainage and blah, blah, blah but the little guy should be happy I even remember to water him.
This teeny glass “planter” is melting my heart (and looks great with my Iittala collection below it). Look how many cute ideas there are for when a wee plant is all someone can manage . . .
|Tea cups, Corks, Wood Egg Cups, Tin on Saucer, Tin Can, Copper Caps|