Lola is a bit of a pig when it comes to my houseplants, treating them as an all-you-can-eat salad bar. Adding plants to my
hoard collection is a trial-and-error process: some plants he simply isn’t interested in, others he gorges on until he pukes. Those are either relocated to my office (which is like a rescue sanctuary for half-eaten plants) or moved out of his reach. What is officially “out of his reach” is also a trial-and-error process.
I wasn’t even sure how he had managed to reach this one until I caught him in the act, wedged up behind and on top of the books below.
I also love these modern hanging planters, which I picked up a few years ago at Sprout Home here in Chicago.
That’s a somona (euphorbia milii) on the left and a goldfish (nematanthus) on the right.
Another decorating concession we have to make because of the cats and their never-ending shedding is our upholstered furniture. This used to be our solution for our armchairs:
I had yards of this fabric leftover from getting the cushions reupholstered, so I asked my tailor to sew two long pieces of fabric. I know that sewing in a straight line should be within my skill set, but, well, it’s not. (When explaining what I wanted I called them “table runners” because because it was a lot easier than “See, we have these chairs that I want to look like normal chairs while protecting them from cat fur, so I’m going to wrap fabric around them and I want it to look tailored and not sloppy.” Actually, that sounds pretty simple now, but there’s a language barrier. “Table runner” was easier.)
I can easily wash and iron the slipcovers, and when guests come over we can whip off and stash the slipcovers and have a cat-hair-free place for people to sit.
Have a good weekend, e’erbody.