Lampshade *DIY*

This project is extremely easy, cheap and fast.

I also found that it was very necessary in my case, I had two very sad little lampshades on the edge of getting tossed when I decided to give this a whirl.  

Burlap Lampshade *DIY* 

Materials Needed: 

- Scissors 

- 2-inch strips of burlap - the length and number of strips will vary depending on the size of your lamp.

- Hot glue gun 

- Lamp shade needing some love (you need one with a metal frame)  

Step 1: Strip your lampshade 

You want nothing left but the metal frame.

Step 2: Cut your strips 

Get a rough idea of how long your burlap strips need to be, the ends of the strips need to fold over the top and bottom of your lampshade frame with about a half inch to work with on each end.  

The number of strips you'll need depends on how large or small your lampshade is, they need to overlap like this... 

Step 3: Hot glue the strips to the frame, just pick a starting point and get to it - overlapping and gluing the top portion of the burlap strips and then the bottom. 

Here is a picture of the top after I finished gluing...

and the bottom... 

Odd perspective, I had the distinct creepy feeling that I was invading the lamp's privacy. 

The burlap is fairly easy to work with and the measurements are very rough which just adds to the rustic look of the shade. Don't worry about being too precise. 

Finished product... 

This took me about an hour to do, my shade is obviously pretty small and I think it took roughly 7 strips per side to cover the frame and overlap nicely. There you have it! Done and done. 

Next DIY -------> Anthropologie lampshade remake 

 xoxo,

Rachael 

The Eye Doctor

I visited an eye specialist earlier this week, not for me. I'm already fully aware that I can't see.

No, it was for our recently acquired English Setter, Clove.

She's also known as Clover, Clovey-wovey, Chum, Cloverfield (if she's being bad...) or Love Bug.  

I have had a few opportunities to go the vet with previous pets, but those were mostly country doctors who saw cattle half the time, not high end eye specialists who's clientele is comprised mainly of independently wealthy women with 20 year old Shnauzer's or Yorkie's named Buffy or Her Majesty. 

This was new territory for me. Clove has a tendency to run into objects that have been in the same spot since the day she arrived at my house, that and a few other things (she's totally content to sit and stare at white walls for extended periods of time...she's a special puppy, bless her) got me thinking she might have a vision issue so I made an appointment. 

Off to the eye specialist we go, her collar disappeared not long before her appointment so I wasn't able to leash her and her crate is a little cumbersome which landed her a front row seat in my lap. In we go, no leash, no crate, looking like the Clampetts and Girlfriend decides it's time to chow down on her butt. 

I kid you not. My dog has never chewed on her derriere with as much determination and gusto. She decided to wait until we're surrounded my upper crust lapdogs to pull that trick. So here we are, I'm trying to ignore the fact that Clove is treating her rump like it's the greatest thing since bacon when she decides she's had enough and falls asleep. 

This is the part of the story where Clove debuts her lack of bladder control. She had the opportunity to go potty before the trip inside and opted out, apparently she was saving something for me. She was totally dead to the world, and I was thinking about what a sweet puppy she was and thanking the Lord that she had given up on chewing her own tail off when I notice a spot about the size of my hand on my pants. 

Under her. 

Yes.

She peed on me.

In her sleep.

In the doctor's office with all the classy potty trained animals. 

Then I spent the rest of the visit proclaiming far and wide that obviously my puppy had a drooling issue, precious strumpet, and that absolutely was not Clover pee on my pant leg. 

Happy Wednesday, 

Rae 

p.s. Clover has perfectly functioning eyes, thank goodness. Apparently she's just still working on developing the semi-important connection between her eyeballs and her brain. The doctor said not to worry and to give her a little time to develop, in the mean time we'll work on bladder control...er uh, that drooling problem. 

   

Sunday List

1. This is a very brave iguana...

2. This is the water in Jamaica, it's beautiful. 

 

and again.

3.  There is something to be said for home, really.

4. Monokinis are a bad idea. Just...for real, y'all. Not good. 

5. I have a really strong feeling that it would be bad to go to jail in Jamaica. For whatever that's worth.

6. I don't really think it'd be great to go to jail anywhere...not really on my bucket list to be honest. 

7. I love this guy...

8. Someone told me to call a Jamaican a yardy. I felt like maybe she was encouraging me to make a cultural faux pas so I didn't. Proud? 

9. Can you tell I'm hung up on Jamaica? Anyway.. 

10. Random vacation pictures 

That's all for now, I hope you had a glorious weekend. 

xoxo,

Rae