You’ve really got to hand it to those Anthropologie employees for cranking out gorgeous art installations made (seemingly) of trash, discarded pieces of fabric, recyclable paper and various layers of paint. It’s not easy making fantastic, artistic feats; a realization I’ve placed some personal stock in during the course of the past few weeks.

Yes, making 300 cranes out of magazine cutouts has been a laborious commitment. One that’s been increasingly difficult to maintain given recent work developments that have left me flinging from one geographical location to another. A nice break from routine, sure, but my labor of love has seen some compromise.

My very large bedroom window cubby had been bare until recently– barring the shanty growth of a tardily planted morning glory. Sadly, I’ve recently thrown it out as it’s weakness had become disgusting me since no amount of love and nurture would encourage it into health.

Surely my neighbors experience spells of joy when their field of vision innocently makes its way towards my direction, finding me cutting my toenails or examining my hair to see how long it’s grown. Curtains? I’ve considered that, but the cost-benefit on that just didn’t work out in my favor. It would make all my decorations and various jewelry holders inaccessible to me. Plus, it would cut out my cubby from the rest of my room and I need that to be a centerpiece…because it sort of is.

I normally don’t like to broadcast a work in progress. In its incomplete stage, my masterpiece looks so charming: