Times are hard these days. There’s war and pollution and political unrest and really bad movies starring Adam Sandler. Sometimes you just need to take a break. A break for a little quiet, a little peace.
Sometimes you just want to sit in your wood-paneled den and gaze upon two white ceramic angels with gold-painted wings. And what makes that experience even better?
A hanging macrame planter, that’s what.
Macrame planter + angels sitting on plate glass + wood paneling = Peace.
+ bad orange carpet and a fake plant…
Can’t believe I just found this site, this is great!
Peace and tranquility my ass…all I see is a crap load of cussing when I step on the broken glass with my bare feet! That dangling ball in the middle is one big accident waiting to happen!
No macrame planter would be complete without the obligatory tassle. Looks nifty, yet also conceals any marks you may find in your wooden panneling. Or perhaps electrical outlets? Who knows?
Perhaps it is tassel? Tassle? Tassel? Gah!
Thank you. I will gaze into the ball of folage.
I will forget my 78 year old mother is visiting.
I will forget she is repairing all the things in the house her slacker daughter and good-for-nothing son in law have failed to repair.
Peace.
Peace.
PEACE!!!!!DAMNIT!!!!!
There will be peace for the two minutes after I hang this up before my cats discover that oh so tempting tassle.
Just how long is that whole thing? eight feet??
What’s really scary is that I still remember how to make those.
and don’t forget the popcorn ceiling…
Just make sure you never, NEVER place a burning candle on the glass table. Can you say “Macrame Fireball?”
Yet another horrifying flashback, reminding me why I never wanted to learn how to macrame.
Once you have successfully learned how to macrame this, you can move on to the Peace BodyBag by Vickie (she suggests you make it using yarn in a nice dark brick tone, just in case the plastic sheeting inside isn’t quite up to its task).
HOLY CRAP!!! with the shiny chair as a point of reference, I’m guessing that monstrosity is AT LEAST six feet tall. It’s absolutely terrifying, and BY FAR the WORST thing I’ve ever seen. gadzooks!
That Vickie! Who else could have come up with such a clever way to recycle her wedding dress!
Let’s talk flash back–I am from that demented macrame generation. I actually made a couple of those back when polyester was all the rage. One for my sister, one for myself. My sister gave hers away to someone (who she didn’t even like) as a wedding gift. I was really miffed. Mine? Well the neighbor kid and his orange macrame dog came over. The kid was only 4 yrs at the time…thought it was a swing…he an’ the dog climbed onto the glass “seat”…gave a good push on the rug with the foot…and you can imagine the rest. The kid never came over again. Parents still picking glass chips out of kids buttox. Let’s see, he must be 40 now. Memories, oh sweet memories….
Question: What kind of person creates a macrame hanging reminiscent of a suicide (dress-shaped, hanging from the ceiling), and calls it “peace”?
Well, clearly the same person who feels the world has a burning need for suspended end table/planter combinations, I suppose.
peace?
looks more like the remains of miss havisham and her wedding dress.
Oh the horrors!!! That looks like my living room in 1979. I had that exact macrame piece. It brings back so many horrible flashbacks!! The wood paneling, the orange carpet, the circle of plexiglass that would never come clean, the man I was married to at the time!! Oh, my aching head!!!!
A sad and terrible punishment.
Should either of those poor angels stop playing their instruments for even a moment, the frilly little tassle above them will unravel, releasing the giant cabbage which will crash down upon their fragile glass sanctuary and cast them downwards to a burnt orange abyss.
God does indeed work in strange and unfathomable ways….
I thought these kind of things were barfy even when wood paneling and orange carpet were IT. I do have to admit to still kind of liking macrame though. It can be used for evil but it can still look kind of neat.
Oh dear, maybe I should have made this an anonymous post.
well ain’t that a piece a heaven!
i forgot how cool wood panneling actually is ….?!?!?!
It’s the cumulative effect of dark paneling, burnt orange (yep, that’s what they called it) carpet, and macrame that’s the big prob here. You could bleach out that paneling, wash it with grey, and change the carpet to a light neutral or blue, and it wouldn’t be bad – get a beach cottage feel. But the macrame has to go.
OH! How I long for the moment I can finaly admit my love for retro 70’s fashions and decor. But for now… I’ll keep hanging out in the closet.
Oh! You know what is missing? The large glass grape bunch. That would make it all perfect…
I’m glad I’m not the only who thought it would be a wedding dress, as I scrolled down the page.
A horrible, horrible, angelic wedding dress.
This is the sort of thing that makes the baby Jesus cry.
Great Scott. Sweet merciful Jesus on a swizzle stick. That’s just plain awful.
My parents still have the wood panelling in their rec room. Complete with wooden beams across the ceiling that (I only recently found out) are actually styrofoam textured and stained to look Tudor-esque.
No good can come of macrame. I’ve been saying it all along.
I saw one of these in person today!!! And, amazingly, I didn’t go blind.
With my job in medical equipment, I’m in and out of different homes every day. I had to do an emergency call at lunch today and the people had one of these monstrous creations hanging in the living room. But their’s had a birdcage instead of that plant in the middle, and bird figurines where those angels are. As an added bonus, they had little brown beads woven into it and a little fringe around the piece of glass. How I wish I could have discreetly snapped a picture.
i think that’s my family room and i made that sling for my mom. the angels were her idea. ouch; that paneling gave splinters.
If you have small kids, this sort of thing just screams “Indoor swing!” to them.
Damn, that thing goes from ceiling to floor! That’s what, 7 or 8 feet?? Jumpin’ Jesuits on pogo sticks, that’s a LOT of yarn!
I grew up in a house with that same dark panelling in the living room. We had dark green carpet, though, not burnt orange. We could never have had a decoration like that because our numerous cats would have found it both a fun, tassel-y toy and a lovely place to snooze. Not to mention, it would get dirty if a real plant were in the pot, because of water dripping out of the bottom.
looks like a space monster.