Color Crush: Pink

Purple (Ultra Violet) was officially crowned Pantone Color of the Year 2018 by the design gods that be, but I think someone forgot to tell Pink.

Have you noticed, too? I could be living in a visual echo chamber where I’m choosing see what I’m putting out into the universe lately, and I’m here to tell you, it’s been a whole lotta pink.

Everything from work wear to loungewear -and a heck of a lot of home furnishings, actually- have been the perfect shade of Pepto in 2018.

Once upon a time, Younger Robin would have probably sneered about not being “much of a pink person.” Even then, I don’t think that was entirely true. I think I didn’t want to be a pink person, because a pink person was -duh- decidedly rather unhardcore. Little feminist I was (am), I couldn’t dare be associated with anything that left that the softness of my core in question. The horror.

Freshly 26 and caring less and less about perception these days, I’m here to confess that I do believe myself to be a Pink Person, and that in truly Legally Brunette fashion, this is most assuredly not a measure of my emotional and intellectual might and hardcorness.

As I will prove to you with my Cake Batter and Gummy Bear ice cream order in a sprinkle cone, because whose taste buds actually need to grow up?

Now the Pink Elephants on Parade are outta the room, these are a few favorite things that have graced my browser history the last couple of months (and a few that made it to my closet!)

Blush Vans (Great casual Spring staple! Have! Love!)
Pink Button Down.
Pink Blazer (Super on sale tonight, have, and love.)
Pink Cardigan (Softest ever, have and love.)
These precious pink mules.
Fun pink and gold tassel earrings.

Antler Jewelry Tree

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I enjoy target practice as much as the next red-blooded Texas girl, but the thought of actually personally hunting freaks me out down to my potentially-closet-Yankee bones. So understand I have no earthly idea, then, what compelled me to become nothing short of obsessed with real antler jewelry trees last summer.

I guess my general hate of knock-offs extends to deer? Who knew.

We’ll put this one on record as a bad case of Pinterest Fever.

Except instead of Pinterest-ing the probably literal thousands of how-to’s, I went totally rogue in the least Southern Living Clean & Classy Crafts fashion possible. But since I’m not anticipating a visit from Martha Stewart anytime soon, I ain’t even mad about how crazy it looks in the back because it gets the job done.

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Except that it didn’t. Not at first. These babies took a nose-dive to end all terrifying thumps in the night that landed them hard in the Pinterest Fail column and a backseat to my closet for a solid six month time-out so they could think about what they’d done.

Unable to hide for long in the zero-storage situation that is my apartment, my bruised ego eventually pulled them back out and now it’s Antlers 1 : Robin 1, and I can live with that score.

I went as cheap as possible with this project, which was only ultimately bad in one regard: glue.

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The antlers themselves came from the Sweat-A-Thon that was our trip to Canton Trade Days last Fourth of July weekend; fifteen thousand (slight hyperbole) acres of flea market and an experience I highly recommend in any month that isn’t the month we went.

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The hanger is unscrewed from an unusual collection of unused picture frames I’ve somehow managed to collect and had lying around. If you *don’t* stockpile useless crap, Google will help you find something of the kind.

The original glue was an off-brand Kroger *Super* aka Super Bad At Gluing Things Glue. Glue that wont make you jump out of your skin as fifteen thousand pounds of necklaces come crashing down on top of your dresser: Gorilla Glue, of course.

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I just eyeballed where the hanger fit best on the back, glued, sat to try for 24ish+ hours, and hung on the wall on two nails. I wish I had more detailed images to show you the process, but those were deleted in the flurry of a tantrum I threw at Antlers 1 : Robin 0 and never retaken. Whoops.

I enjoy having my options visible rather than stored away because Hi Reader, meet High Maintenance, but I also love that it frees up space on my dresser from the table-top jewelry trees these were on originally to make room for the rest of my jewelry stash.

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So there you have it. The story you’ve been craving on how I came to hang my necklaces on the wall. Riveting.