Thursday, August 13, 2009

Moss Addiction

Hello, my name is Amy, and I'm addicted to moss.

It started out so innocently. I saw some cute terrariums on Etsy and I thought 'Hey, I can make something like that." and I did and it was wonderful and then . . . well, I couldn't stop. I made another terrarium for my mother, but that was a gift - there's nothing wrong with that right?

Except I kept thinking about the moss. There was more in my yard that I could use. It was so green, so lush, so soft. And then it wasn't just the moss in my yard, I started noticing moss everywhere; in a planter outside my workplace, under a tree at the park and next thing you know, there I am at the local wading pool trying to nonchalantly dig up a chunk of moss with a plastic spoon I found in the bottom of my diaper bag while the other mothers are giving me odd looks and steering their children away from me, "No, no dear let's give the lady with the um, spoon, plenty of room. Let's walk around the other side of the pool instead."
I can't even look at everyday objects anymore without envisioning them filled with moss. I find myself at garage sales, elbow deep in dust encrusted knicknacks mumbling: "would this look good with moss in it?"


But you know admitting you have a problem is the first step toward conquering it right? Right?

3 comments:

staceykt22 said...

Omg, those are so cute. Now I'm going to be looking for moss too!

Shawna said...

I am crying tears of laughter at my desk.

Kirby3131 said...

I've always liked moss. I tend to take photos of moss covered rocks and walls, rather than plant them. Love yours in the milk glass :)