When I moved into my new place, my first place all to myself that I could decorate however I wanted, my mind went straight to taxidermy.
I do love a good stuffed critter. Good is the operative word in that sentence, and unfortunately for me, good taxidermy costs a pretty penny more than my taxidermy budget. So I tucked away my fantasies of a pretty little fox sitting on a tree branch, one lazy hind leg dangling (yes, I had a specific piece in mind, why do you ask?), and switched my focus on a pair of mounted antlers. That I could paint. Turquoise.
The way my life has been going of late, many little things have fallen into place, easy as pie. When I went to Minnesota last month, I told my best friend about my antler plan. Two days later we were clawing our way through piles of antiques in a mom & pop shop, and she discovered this:
A twenty-dollar pair of mounted antlers. Plink. Right into place.
It took me a month to find the right paint, decide on fabric, and research upholstery techniques, but last night I finally sat down and did it.
He lives in the kitchen now.