This afternoon my good friend Megan and I made a trip to our local junk store. Spotting a collection of newly-arrived perfume bottles, she informed me of their presence. After making my way towards them, I found they were a group of old Avon cologne decanters. Nestled amongst the lot was a happily-familiar black bottle in the form of an old-fashioned schoolroom desk, complete with an apple perched on top. It was just the same as the little decanter my mother used to have sitting atop her piano when I was a boy. Responding jubilantly, I
bought it. Now it sits next to my laptop here bringing me much joy.
-four sweet gourds...three on my
bookshelf, one on my coffee table; lovely as-is, or sanded
lightly and waxed to accentuate their pallid, ochre tones; possibly
even primed and painted in bold navy and yellow...
Yesterday, I finally gave in and dismantled my old standing fan. In spite of many applications of WD-4O over the last couple of years, I was unsuccessful in getting it to stop squeaking, and a squeaking fan I cannot tolerate.
Anticipating a wall art crafting project in the near future, I happily salvaged the fan's wire caging and am now looking forward to a productive trip to the local hardware store for supplies. I'm thinking: high-gloss spray paint in exquisite colors, the addition of old brass or bronze pieces to the caging, and mirrors!