Plant ladies, I hear, are the new cat ladies. And the new black, or something. This is a shame because I struggle to keep a succulent alive, let alone a temperamental fiddle-leaf fig. My terrarium is a languishing graveyard of good intentions. My thumbs are most decidedly black, with a hint of powdery mildew. So when I rediscovered airplants, I was delighted. Airplants don't have roots and don't grow in soil. They absorb moisture and nutrients through their leaves, so you can give them a spritz of water once a week and otherwise ignore them. My kind of houseplant. I bought my airplants from a delightful man on Trade Me; you can also find them in your local garden centre (airplants, not delightful men -- though by all means keep an eye out).
Display your airplants in these cool easy-make geometric hangers. I hang mine directly over the sink so there's no excuse for horticultural negligence.
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