Why do people think I’m weird when I come home with junk?
I usually get the question, “What are you going to do with it?” I’m usually evasive, because A. I’m not sure myself, and B. when I tell people they just give me THAT look. You know the one… the one they reserve for old people, dogs, and small children, the one followed by a pat on the head.
I bought an old wood window screen for $20 and added eye hooks to the front, then ran string through the eye hooks, adding clothes pins, and then tying the string into a square knot on each eye hook. Pretty simple, right?
Then I hung some maps and other goodies using the clothespins. Look at that old crackled paint? That’s the real deal, The kind that comes from years of neglect.
When my babysitter sees me bring in this kind of stuff she always asks, “Miss Anita, you gunna paint that?” I say in an almost apologetic fashion, “No, I like it the way it is.” and she nods her head as she walks away. I suspect when I am out of sight the head nodding turns into head shaking. Later when I hear her talking on the phone in Spanish I wonder if she is saying her employer is ‘loco’ or ‘loca’. But what can I do? She makes the best migas, mole sauce, and salsa verde, so she’s staying!!
I mean seriously, how can you not love someone who brings you warm homemade quesadillas while you are blogging? Oh heck, who am I fooling? She can call me “loca” all day long; I don’t really care.
I had fun looking for things to display here. I found a box of brochures, maps, and passports from my in-laws time living in Switzerland in the 50’s (more about that here). I show them in the photo above.
I added two more rows of the string, and I’ll show you later, but you get the idea.
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