Treehugging

Design Details: Working With Wood

I love wood.  (Tee Hee!) No seriously though, immaturity aside, I really do love using trees and twigs and bark and woody colour palettes as design elements. We work so hard as people to remove ourselves from the harshness of nature, only to forget that we are a part of nature itself.

Remember how I said yesterday that I want to live inside an albino redwood tree that looks like it’s been blessed by Tibetan monks and New York City Drag queens? By that, I meant that I want to bring the elements into my home and then tszuj it up. I have a vision for reclaimed tree stump bedside tables, a small water fountain by my door, a mini desert greenhouse, scented candles, lots of foliage and liberal use of white and white space.

Voila le inspiration board for the albino redwood tree!

(If you know where a picture comes from, can you let me know, please and thank you? I’ve had them on my computer for ages and can’t remember anymore.)

Descriptions, clockwise from the top:

  1. Tree branch book shelf- love the general idea of using book storage as a decorating element, and sprawling it all over the walls.
  2. All white room with a giant wooden pantry- my obsession with all while rooms probably means something about my sanity. I just accept it now.
  3. Gold leaf twig wallpaper, wood framed mirror- I think this is how Snow White decorated her dressing room.
  4. All wooden, rustic country bedroom- Snow White’s bedroom. Or as Carson Kressley would say “Look at this country gymboree!”
  5. The wooden dining table that started my interest in unfinished wooden furniture.
  6. Intricate wooden headboards- I actually don’t do well with headboards. I toss and turn a lot while I sleep and crashing into them while turning over or stretching in the middle of the night is a common occurrence. I have to sleep on a queen sized bed and stack body-length pillows against the wall to  protect myself. If they weren’t such a safety hazard, I’d probably have that exact one.
  7. Love, inscribed over a bed. I’m covetous of this idea. Methinks I should paint the word into my wall above the bed instead?

I also made colour palettes to help me along in the design process. Thanks to smartphones I can take them along with me to Home Depot and do a colour match. (I hope.)

Colourful Trees is the pallet for my furniture, Bedroom is for accessories, beddings and window coverings.  They’re just jumping off points for shopping, but it’s nice to have the visual cues.
Colourful_TreesBedroom
Color by COLOURlovers

I cannot tell you how excited I am to actually begin putting serious effort into decorating my abode. There will be much thrift-store shopping and public park exploring in the next long while, believe you me! I watched too many episodes of Queer Eye as a little girl to not believe in the magic of a makeover!

May the fabulous be with you,
A.Y. Daring

Why People Don’t Do Anything About the Environment


From Count Your Sheep, August 23, 2007, by Adrian Ramos. Katey is the name of the little girl. Ship is her imaginary friend.

Little known fact: I used to be a hippy. A big time environmentalist, angry vegetarian, David Suzuki  fan girl. After a while, I got tired of being angry, scared and feeling hopeless all the time, so I stopped caring. I shut that part of my life away, because expending large amounts of energy on something de-motivating just isn’t for me. You know those women you hear about that just leave their partners the second they become idiots as opposed to  trying to work things  out? I can see myself being one of  those women. I’d rather be bored and apathetic than devote myself to a lost cause.  And you know what? I think a lot of people would agree with me on this one.

That’s why it feels so good to buy “green” than it does to just consume less, as is required of us. The act of shopping is a concrete act that provides a feeling of accomplishment. Lifestyle changes for the sake of a cause that you can’t really relate to on a larger scale just don’t provide that same sense of accomplishment  for a lot of people.

When I was in the 12th grade, I took an economics class. I  journal a lot, and in high school, I used to keep my journal  hidden under my desk and spend a good chunk of all my classes just writing down my thoughts about what my classmates we saying. It was very Harriet the Spy. On January 15, 2009 at 9:23am (very, very, Harriet the Spy!)  I have the following note written down:

“James Kay [name changed] just said something that bothers me: I know about sweatshops and stuff, but I don’t want to wear hemp shirts. I wear these shirts (points to Lacoste label on his polo) because I like them.”

Um, yeah. I went to one of those schools that looked like Polo Ralph Lauren lad a love child with The Hills and then someone injected it with a good dose of teenage insecurity. Those feelings of needing labels and things in order to fit in were way, way, more effective than any environmental campaign we’ve seen so far. Because all that B.S. has had decades, nay lifetimes, to sink in. The other thing all that B.S. has is a good, strong grip on people’s fears and the promise of immediate salvation. Brands are the new Catholic missionaries for our savage youth. A lot of environmental campaigns, they peddle in the currency of fear as well, but their only promise of resolution requires decades  take effect. Even if you do what they say, things might not even get better anyway. So, you shop and you buy “green” things, very few of which are actually green, because it’s an immediate resolution that both gives you a sense of identity and a sense of accomplishment. The insecurities are fundamental parts of our teen years. Bullying is seen as part of the average childhood. Everyone expects women to be bitches to one another.  Blue is a boy colour, and pink is a girl colour. Dick means penis, not Richard and Shirley is a girl’s name. People believe anything if you say  it with authority and it frees them from guilt.

Wouldn’t it be cool if for every James Kay, we had an ad campaign that aimed to help reinforce a sustainable  lifestyle?  I mean, if we can advertise Coca-Cola into being a staple  in the average American diet, can’t we advertise confidence into being the standard too? Or is this something else entirely? It’s just that I have a hard time believe that feelings of “You’re not enough,” and “What you have is lacking,” and “You’re never going to be OK until you have things and stuff filling in all your empty spaces,” are a natural part of being. I can’t help but wonder if Mall is the new Church, and that whatever fears religion once solved, shopping  now fulfils for a secular society.

I can’t help but wonder where along the lines we all failed- where I failed.  Where did I stop feeling as thought I mattered and could make a difference in discussions about a healthier Earth? Even more than that, I can’t help but wonder how we- how I- go back to  that place of connectedness in a way that can be replicated on a large scale, the way it needs to be for change to stick. Last I checked, it’s ashes to ashes, not ashes to plastic.

Change does not necessarily  ensure progress, but progress implacably requires change.- Mahatma Ghandi