You know, hypothetically speaking.
What's odd is that I actually did this over a week ago-- maybe 10 days ago-- except for the buying the sign part. I spotted it as I was driving, went in, decided it was silly and left. But then, on Saturday, I was back in that part of town-- which is a few towns over from me-- and as I was coming past the store I thought to look in figuring, of course it would be gone.
But nope-- there it was. So I went in and bought an old street sign.
More often than not, whenever I buy some old thing like this-- I have the clear memory of exiting a second-hand shop with my niece Kate who was probably about 12 or 14 at the time. I brought her there as part of our special day together, but it turns out she and I have very different aethetics. As we crossed the parking lot she said (with no small amount of disgust that teenagers reserve for particularly pathetic adult behavior), "I can't believe people actually buy things that are old and used. That is so gross."
So much for our bonding over that particular activity. I guess I was thinking it would be more like how Abby describes it here . . .
Oh well-- the thing is I LOVE finding something-- okay, the sign is not the best example cause its pretty useless-- but I love finding something I can repurpose and you know my favorite place? The dump. Yikes! Did you just fall off your chair? Sorry about that-- but our dump is a pretty posh recycling center and you cannot believe the stuff people just leave there-- sometimes-- it has real value, well-- at least to me.
Oh god, have I just revealed myself to be a junk digger? I'll take some photos of stuff I have found and repurposed-- but hey! That sofa/daybed thing I have posted pics of? THAT was a second-hand store find. Christine was with me and she spotted it first, but couldn't take it with her to Providence, poor thing-- so I got to have it-- it was painted all black and had the worst cushions on it-- but it was $135.
And maybe that sounds like a lot of money-- but now that it is painted white with beautiful, antique linen pillows-- and I'm liking it, especially because I didn't pay big dollars for it in some real furniture store. Am perverse like that.
Anyway-- got this sign and was gonna put it on the wall behind my bed, but then thought about it falling off and landing on my head (it's REALLY heavy) and decided that might not be such a great idea, so there it is-- above the threshold into my sweet studio space.
Oh and happy Monday to you all!
I love Mondays-- I love beginnings-- although I am historically always about a week or two behind the traditional start of a new year, i.e. the first of January. Somehow, I never quite get all my ducks lined up for that day.
And-- allow me to clarify that my whining about making ny's cards that I OFFERED to you all and was DELIGHTED to make was not nearly as horribly ungracious as it sounded-- okay, it sounded really ungracious-- but it wasn't that I didn't love making them or wasn't THRILLED that you would want them-- you have to know I was seriously excited to receive your emails--- it was more that I spend so little time in the studio making stuff, I forget how long it really takes-- in my brain, I always think-- like, you know, an hour or so .. for any project and then I am in it and DAYS are passing by and I'm all-- really? It takes time to make things? Who knew-
And, having said ALL that-- be prepared that they are like really bad 3rd grade art projects-- a whole lotta love, but not a whole lotta art- you know?
But-- here's exciting news! Today is the first day of a 5-week e-course I signed up for with Misty Mawn. She's gonna have us drawing, collaging, painting and who knows what-- not sure how I will do with an e-course, second one I have ever signed up for (first one was Susannah's which was gorgeous but timing wise I was prepping June SAW, getting divorced and moving house, so um, yeah-- I guess I got distracted on that one)-- I generally prefer (and need) to be in a room with someone-- live body and all that-- but I am gonna give this a go. I really need it-- so thank you Sam for inspiring me.
Oops-- was this just a pure and out ramble with absolutely no point whatsoever?
Then it must be time to go walk the dogs---
Oh wait-- one more bit about the sign. So I am standing there at the counter and the guy is doing his cash register thing and he says, "this has been there for weeks and nobody even noticed it. Of course it would be better if it was GRACELAND ST, right?" And, dearest reader, it was all I could do to simply raise my eyebrows, smile and say, "hmmmm" most politely instead of what I wanted to say--
Dude, are you out of your freaking mind? I would never buy a sign that said Graceland Street. Ew. Gross. Loser!
Ahh-- the inner teenager, squelched once again.