My first foray happened when I, an 80's/90's child, saw my neighbour's creepy dead tree get struck by lightning in the middle of a snow storm, and a big branch fell off. This seemed overwhelmingly magical and prophetic to me, a weirdo, and I had to have that branch. So, in the middle of the night, in this blizzard, I snuck across the road and Smeagoled it into my basement.

It was gorgeous and perfect, only mildly bug-ridden kind of stinky. I sanded it down and, with the power of my 67 elderly aunts forgotten yarn stashes, turned it into a beautiful "textile" hanging.

This took almost a year because I, at the time, had wildly uncontrolled ADHD.

But, since then, I've made a few big plaster pieces out of thrift store canvases, plaster from the hardware store, and random tools that people with unfinished basements have.

I made another fallen branch into a giant lamp with a $20 jute covered light cord. And another into a big floral piece to fill a big empty space over a large doorway.

I found a huge abandoned wood framed mirror that used to be attached to a dresser, sanded it down, did some woodburning, attached a shelf to the bottom, added some plants, and that easily filled an empty wall.

I've also recently been making small watercolours to fit thrifted frames and I'm planning to fill a small space with those.

I live in an old house with lots of rooms, and high ceilings; all this eclectic DIY art definitely wouldn't work for everyone's home, but it's fitting here!