
Little glittery bird inside a handmade rustic wire birdcage
What is it that fascinates me about bird cages? I don’t mean actual bird cages, but rather the iconography of them; the metaphor. I don’t even love birds. (I like birds well enough, but I’m a dog-as-a-pet-person, not a bird-as-a-pet-person… ifyaknowwhatImean.)

Open birdcage with soaps…
When decorating my bathroom, I selected bird cages to decorate with. There are mini bird cages holding soaps, bird cages holding make up, and bird cages perched (get it?) on the very top of my shelf too.
The bird cages in my bathroom started their lives in a craft supply store discount bin (and later I saw them at the old Inglewood Suzie Q Beads too, as part of their decorating scheme) and then they were spray painted silver, followed by a dusting of copper spray paint. The result is something that feels vintage rather than metallic – like something that has started to tarnish rather than something new and shiny. The copper warms up the silver too, which I really like.
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