Unpopular opinion: I do not like art museums.
Yes, I can go to them, and I can even be interested in them, but I RARELY (if ever) initiate the outing. I say that this aversion is thanks to my mom, who can spend hours in art museums. Which means that, as a kid, I had to spend hours in art museums. And I was over it.
However, when I was at my parents’ house last week, I noticed how many little art displays my mom had. So I started taking pictures of them. Check them out!
This setup was my inspiration for this post — because a basket sitting on a chair clearly isn’t there for practical reasons. Also, this is one of the (many) baskets my mom has woven!
The fish have been a favorite of mine for a long time. My mom made the orange one first, and she named him Henry. You can’t really tell in this picture, but Henry’s mouth was woven around a circle, and it kind of looks like he’s surprised or singing. So he became Henry the Singing Flying Fish.
My favorite part of this one is probably the picture on the shelf. It’s of me, my sister, and my friend Audrey back in the days that we’d dress up in old dance costumes all the time.
The weaving on the sculpture (or whatever you want to call it) isn’t thread — it’s plastic bags.
Oh, and the one card in the card holder is from my sister to my parents. I see how it is.
I took this one since it was a combo of a plant in a basket and remotes in a pottery bowl. I don’t see either of those too often.
We (Dad, Hannah, and I) gave Mom the yellow plate years ago for Christmas. And the flowers are from our yard. I was working from my parents’ house last week, so I sat right by the flowers every day.
Note that the plant is growing roots in the water. So cool.
Oh, and there’s willow coming out of the pot. It’s just not quite as curly as the stuff in the very first picture in this post.
This was my mom’s grandma’s rocking chair, and my mom reupholstered it herself. Impressive, right??
I’m not going to lie, I spent a long time admiring this one. I’ve certainly never seen another necklace display like it.
And I’m pretty sure that I made that pottery vase back in middle school. I guess you have to find something to do with your kids’ artwork, right?
Mom got those colorful dresser pulls from Anthropologie several years ago, and I still don’t understand why she wanted two completely different ones next to each other.
And there you have it — the art highlights from the Maxa house. Thanks for reading!