Sometimes when you let a man take over any given space in the house and do what he wants with it, eyesores happen. I know there are some husbands who are neat and orderly and who think tidyness is a virtue. Unfortunately mine is not one of those. I am insanely jealous of women who have husbands that pick up after themselves and don’t make messes everywhere they go. In my house it’s a constant battle to de-clutter every part of the house that hubby has access to (which is all of it) and sometimes I suspect he might even be a borderline hoarder. After years of allowing him to use the balcony of our city house as a “storage” area for our store, it ended up looking like a prison cell. Honestly, the only thing missing was the glaring bright light they use for interrogating prisoners. I finally decided I’d had enough. Out went all his stuff and in came fresh paint, a water feature and colorful flower pots. Here are some embarassing views of what our balcony looked like after I removed boxes and crates and threw out a bunch of useless junk.
It has that sort of….detention center look to it, doesn’t it? So the first thing to do was to remove that hideous broken plexyglass that was screwed onto the railing. No idea why hubby installed it or what the logic behind it was but I ripped it out with a vengeance. Next came a good scrubbing and a fresh coat of paint. And plants. What’s a balcony without plants? I bought some of those inexpensive faux terra-cotta plastic pots in different shapes and sizes and spray painted them in bright colors.
These “flower pots” are actually Blue Nun ice buckets that we had left over from a free give away at our store. There were about 10 left over so I drilled drainage holes in them, spray painted them and hung them from the handles. They were originally dark blue.
The soft bubbling noise it makes is soothing and the glass pebbles sparkle with the water.
I got this cute little outdoor rug from Fab Habitat. It’s actually woven out of plastic straws so it’s washable and it’ll hold up in our humid weather and frequent rain. It’s also reversible. These come in all different patterns and sizes.
These are Ecuadorian pre-columbian Indian artifacts. Or else they’re really good fakes. I dunno. I bought them when we lived in Ecuador. That’s a Clematis vine in the pot.
The plants still have alot of growing to do. Some of the pots have seeds that are just beggining to sprout. Hopefully once the plants are larger they will fill out the space nicely.
No more prison cell look here. My best friend calls this Shawshank Redemption Chic. I think she might have coined a new decorating term.
Joining Feathered Nest Friday at French Country Cottage
Joining Saturday Show Off at The Rose Garden in Malevik