a how-to and then depressing adult stuff

How to Make a Cheap-O Jewelry Hanger

Why? Because jewelry boxes and sufficiently tall jewelry trees are hard to come by. Meaning they are expensive. So--with our cheapskate powers combined--- let's get creative, shall we?

(1) Purchase a tie rack that looks approximately like that. I got mine at the place of dreams- the Goodwill on Shepard & Westheimer. But you can get yours anywhere.

(2) Ply the obnoxious hooks (if there are any) off the suckers. Preferably you would just buy one that doesn't have obnoxious hooks. But hey, Goodwillers can't be choosers, right?

(3a) This is your first option for hanging. Gather your supplies.

(3b) This is your second option for hanging. Gather your supplies.

(4) Either nail the hooks and hang the rack or screw the rack directly to the wall. Remember to use a wall that people won't bump up against but one that you will have easy access to.

(5) Hang your bangles on the pegs, and admire your handy work.

Hint: When I first began this project, the pegs were a little wobbly and a little collapsible, so I just injected a little superglue into the gaps where the pegs met the wood and let it dry before hanging the rack.

I will most likely spray paint this silver at some point, but that's a project for another day.

In other news. The weekend wasn't long enough. And I heard one of the most depressing things of my life this weekend. Want to hear it? Of course you do. We all love to hear depressing things once in a while. Just like how A Walk to Remember was our favorite movie at one point, even if it was only while we were actually watching it. But you know you liked it. Holy distracted, Batman! 

The most depressing thing. I was complaining about not having any time to spend with the hubsinator this weekend. But the hearer of my complaint said to me, "We're all adults now, so we don't need to be together all of the time."

Well, that was just so much the saddest thing I'd ever heard, because I do sometimes feel like need to be with the man-spouse (or with someone who loves me, anyways) all the time. And I realized that not how normal people feel. Which means, not only am I not normal, but if I want to get anywhere and if I don't want my little heart to be constantly disheartened, then I need to conform to this norm. ASAP.

And this is sad, right? Well. I certainly think so.

So I asked myself, Self, I'm not so sure I want to be normal in this way-- are you?

And that dumb self was all like Yes, it's necessary. You must grow up now.

That Self... who needs her anyways, right?

But she's so right. Gosh. Dang. It. She's right, and I'm wrong. And I hate being wrong. But I'm a pleaser, so I quick-quick went about the growing up and being normal process this weekend. And do you know what? It may just be alright after all. I stayed so busy this weekend that I couldn't even think about how sad it was that I didn't see my husband hardly at all. I got to help people. And that felt good. I parked cars with a bunch of men, and I laughed at all their jokes and lifted heavy objects with the best of 'em. And I went to parties, and had woman-dates, and fell in love with Gladys Knight--that little woman with a huge heart--,and attended a conference that was very valuable to my soul. Also I got stung by a bee and didn't even cry. Nobigdeal. I know that has nothing to do with anything, but really it kinda does.

I always wanted to be an adult because it represented freedom. But first it's really just more responsibility allofasudden. And that could heap a whole lotta weight on my little adult shoulders. But you know what-- maybe it's learning how to handle those responsibilities that gives us freedom. And makes us happy. Maybe the more responsibilities you learn to handle, the happier you are.

Or maybe not. Maybe being an adult just kinda sucks. But we have to get used to it, then learn to enjoy it, then learn to love it. So maybe it's just about love.

But I guess it always kind of is, isn't it?