
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Photo: 36/365: Thrift Store Weirdness
For years, I've loved shopping in thrift stores. LOVE it. I'm fortunate enough to have a great place very close to my daily travels, so I pop in on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes I can find something amazing, a great tshirt, or a vintage pair of Levi's. But more often than not, I'll find nothing. That's the way the game is played. You don't catch a fish every time you cast a line.
I like to imagine what an object's story was. What was it used for? Was it loved? Scorned? How did it end up here?
And every once in a while, I'll find something so bizarre that it really sets my mind spinning.
Case in point:
Your guess is as good as mine, people. A sticker on the bottom states that it is a sample from a Chinese factory, and that minimum orders are 2 pieces. This does not appear to be altered, as was my initial thought; Some art school kid thought this would sufficiently blow someone's mind (mission accomplished, btw). This appears to be an article genuine in nature. Little Johnny Plastic Hands, the kid with the sense of Humor.
Unfortunately, the store has a strict policy of not selling items without a tag on them, and LJPH had no such tag. Because if he did, I would now be the proud owner of this bit of plastic weirness.
I like to imagine what an object's story was. What was it used for? Was it loved? Scorned? How did it end up here?
And every once in a while, I'll find something so bizarre that it really sets my mind spinning.
Case in point:
Your guess is as good as mine, people. A sticker on the bottom states that it is a sample from a Chinese factory, and that minimum orders are 2 pieces. This does not appear to be altered, as was my initial thought; Some art school kid thought this would sufficiently blow someone's mind (mission accomplished, btw). This appears to be an article genuine in nature. Little Johnny Plastic Hands, the kid with the sense of Humor.
Unfortunately, the store has a strict policy of not selling items without a tag on them, and LJPH had no such tag. Because if he did, I would now be the proud owner of this bit of plastic weirness.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Photo: 35/365
This is Pumice. He lives in the lab. We're friends. He hangs out and sleeps on my bench, much to the chagrin of everyone else. What can I say? I'm a cat person. One day I made him a mustache to wear:
Photo: 34/365
I've been a bit of a slouch about posting, and Nancie has been giving me an earful for it. Here is the latest incarnation of the brooch I've been working on. I hate it, so I'm going to get all the wax off and rethink it. The frame holding the body to the findings is all wrong, and this dipping-in-wax thing is sooo 2010.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Photo: 29/365: In which Valerie kicks my butt in Scrabble:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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