Woolly Pockets had my attention. What was it these guys had done so well? Their photos? The happy sunshine & bright, bright paint? Maybe the biggest, baddest, Jurassic Parkiest plants shouting how glad they were to be alive. Me, you, the universe… we couldn’t get enough of these things. WoollyFever!
Crashing slightly back to earth – Woolly Pockets done well might mean I don’t eat for a month or two. I’d need fifty – and all the plants too. They’re the really cute puppy you smile at from a distance but don’t bother to pet: there’s just no point falling in love. Here’s my calculation on what it would cost me to rig up the above system:
Even so, meeting Woolly Pockets started more than just a one-way online love affair. I suddenly neeeeded a green wall. We had some exterior walls available on the balcony – or even inside ones if the cause required it. I’d even researched the plants we’d need – and the volume in which we’d need them. Hundreds and hundreds? Woolly Pockets themselves estimate about 3 plants per pocket. Maybe I could start with one and take regular cuttings.
The more I looked into it, the more DIY green walls were clearly feats of engineering – and not just a pretty green picture. (This step-by-step installation is pretty cool). We’re not meant to drill into our outside walls (limited common property bullshit) and, inside, I’d hate to put in the work & then rip it down when we move.
Like the dog, the backyard and the view… my green wall is very much on the list. They say it’s important to know what you want in life – well, could I be more specific:
The green wall was officially stalled. Leaving plenty of room for the ugly baby’s unofficial version…
Anyone care to taunt with news of their Woolly Pocket or green wall? Or join me in the needy-whingers’ club?
Hey, you want a s'more? Some more of what?
Wow that’s some intensive greenery!
Ooh here’s a thought. Could your hard-working children & their small fingers be somehow persuaded to knock out some Woolly Pocket substitutes? A matter of a few sleepless nights with a strong needle and thread, nothing more.
Sure, what else are kids for besides child labor?? I’ll get them to work with a fabric over-the-door shoe holder, some fish tank tubing for irrigation, and I’ve got some lovely yellow flowers in the backyard that are guaranteed to not only reproduce like viagra-laced bunnies but also put out just about as many babies as said bunnies.
What say you? Shall I send fast as possible??
Post haste, yes! Clearly you’ll be the brains of the entire operation – plants held instead of shoes, oxygen starved fish understanding their role … and recycled flowers. It’s entirely genius.
Should it fail, feeding viagra to actual bunnies might make for a diverting afternoon. I’m in.
I actually found a photo on pinterest re: the shoe organizer (although I’m still rooting for the pallet garden)
http://pinterest.com/pin/178040757/
Haha no way!! I thought Karrie was joking. It’s actually a thing!
I think the word you were looking for Lauren was genius. That’s me.
Oh I did. iPhone auto-correct…
We have them at some restaurants here in Seattle. If it makes you feel any better, I heard the fabric gets moldy after a while. Ewwwww gross.
Vancouver got its own Anthropologie: 1 cool point. Seattle yet again takes the cool points board with Woolly Pockets. (The cycle continues).
The mouldy issue is news to me — and makes me feel much better about my miserable state of depravation. Thanks Carbzilla! (And I think Karrie & Kids are hard at work on a substitute).
I may have failed to mention that some may class my beautiful yellow flowers as weeds….
Let’s not dwell on the negatives though. Let’s dwell on the fact that you could make dandelion wine from my beautiful subsitute solution!
I haven’t made it abundantly clear that I’m a take-what-I-can-get creature? All I heard was free labour and wine. What’s the problem?