Tea Garland

Here in apartment 402, we like to do things a little differently.
Sometimes, it involves an indoor windowsill garden.
Or a life-size nude, self portrait of Cedar that she drew herself.
Or a wall of Jesus and Mary memorabilia.
Or a wall of sketched boobs.
Or a part of a wall of some artsy, nakie pictures.
We embrace nudity here.
As well as the vegetarian, gay, and free-spirited, artistic life style.
Something else we tend to be very pro about is tea drinking.
And good lord, when I mean pro tea, I mean it.
It's ridiculous.
But seriously.
At the end of fall quarter, Courtney had to make a sculpture for her art class using a "found" object.
She chose tea bags as her found object and made a crate look like it had been broken by the weight of tea bags in it and had spilled all over the floor into a large pile.
However, in order to obtain these tea bags, what did she do? Tell Cedar and I to start saving our used tea bags for her.
In about 3 weeks, we had drank about 200 cups of tea in total. That's about 60 cups for each of us over three weeks, or 20 cups of tea a week each, close to 3 cups a day.
This doesn't even insinuate the fact that we all will use the same tea bag about 3 or 4 times before getting a new one.
If you are thirsty in this apartment, you don't drink a glass of water, you drink a glass of tea.
Anyways, after the beautiful sculpture by Courtney, we continued to save our tea bags out of habit and with a "maybe we can do something else with them" attitude.
Well, we did.
And by we, I mean mostly Courtney and Cedar.
I had no vision, they were the masterminds.
So, one night, while pintresting or doing something unproductive, Courtney and Cedar began to tie tea bags to a large string of hemp and then stood on top of the table and strung the garland across our kitchen.

It actually looks pretty punk rock and it's fun to look at the tea drinking patterns of our apartment. Since the dried bags were set in a bread bag in a similar order as to which they were steeped and Cedar and Courtney tied them to the hemp from top teas to bottom, this pattern isn't just random, it's relatively accurate to what we've drank each month.  There will be little clumps of earl grey or camomile and ginger pear which then turns into a section of english breakfast and mate lemon. Of course, the one downfall to the garland portraying our tea drinking habits is that it does not show the tea consumed in loose leaf form or the prepackaged tea that doesn't have a string on it, plus, I tend to be a stinker and rip the little paper thing off the end of my tea bag so you can't see what the flavor was, but I'm trying to stop this habit for the sake of our garland.
Originally, our garland only extended from the front entryway to above the bathroom door, but it now has a new chain zig-zagging back across the kitchen table to above Courtney's and my's door.
In life, there's a lesson for everything that you do.
This one says: "Trash is not really trash if you try hard enough and believe."
Have a great week.
Updated on Wednesday like a boss.

Here's a cartoony photo of hanging tea bags.

Love,

       Neffie