Hands on Haiku - Hands Off

Today I ventured out to do some Saturday chores. Inevitably, I got pulled off my path thanks to many tag sales along the way. My favorite find was a Dollywood thimble, which I plan on turning into a thimbilism necklace. 

hooray for Dollywood

My excitement for the find was suddenly tinged with regret. In a split second this is what went through my mind: Dollywood made me think of Dolly Parton. Dolly Parton made me think of watching 80's television specials with cameo appearances from the big stars of the day. That made me think of Tom Selleck, which reminded me of THE PLATE THAT GOT AWAY. 

less than 6 degrees of Dolly/Tom

I don't remember where Thom (husband...not Selleck) and I found it but we saw an unforgettable "collectible" Tom Selleck plate at a tag sale one summer. We are neither fans of collectible plates nor Tom Selleck, but something about this combination was magical. It could have been the mustache or the tuxedo or both. Who knows. The sad thing is we didn't buy it and I regret it to this day. Sure, I can buy it on Ebay but it's just not the same.  

*gasp*

To fill my void, my hands on haiku pays tribute to something I do not have my hands on, but will someday have. Mark. My. Words.

Tom Selleck Plate (aka "The One That Got Away")

Oh Tom Selleck plate

Mustached and collectible

Hire me a P.I.!


Everyone has the "one that got away." What's yours?

 

Hoard, Sort, Play, Create, Repeat - Step One: Hoarding

My creative process can be summed up in these 5 words.

It all begins with hoarding.

This weekend I was doing what I typically do on sunny Saturdays and Sundays: tag saling. I get up early, look at listings online, map out the best route, throw some bags in the car, set up the GPS, and go. Sidekicks often include a record-loving husband or fellow junk-loving friends.

If I’m not doing this, chances are, I’m going to a flea market, thrift store, consignment shop, or daydreaming about doing one of the above. I don’t know if it’s the thrill of the hunt, the love of junk, the passion for reusing, the wacky conversations with all sorts of people, or a slight touch of “Grey Gardens”, but I cannot passively lie in bed on the weekends knowing there is stuff out there waiting to be discovered!

This is where the seeds of ideas come from:

A pop of color on a plastic thimble.

A rusty drawer pull with filigree detail.

A deck of vintage playing cards with parading animals.

These items beckon to me from the insides of filthy shoes boxes and inspire me to create. They capture my curiosity, and compel me to buy. This isn’t difficult to do when the grand total for a heap of junk comes to $3.

I know there is a fine line between collecting and hoarding. I justify my hunting and gathering by turning the old into new. The thimble and drawer pulls are necklaces-to-be. With a few alterations, playing cards become my business cards. And sometimes one can find two totally unrelated things that will magically blend together creating a match made in heaven. My favorite example:

Murky chicken snow globe + creepy doll head with no skullcap = just plain wow.

Although I’m just a few stacks of newspapers short from being on Hoarders, I am attempting to provide a second life for things no longer used. Simultaneously, I am keeping A & E producers and folks in hazmat suits from knocking at my door. 

At the rate in which I’m gathering, I know it’s improbable that all my stuff will be reused but this doesn’t stop me from being a weekend wares warrior.  I find comfort in knowing that someday when I’m gone, there will be one hell of an estate sale:

ESTATE SALE– Over 50 years of accumulation. House filled to the brim. Costume jewelry, vintage clothing, buttons, keys, thimbles, stamps, playing cards, games, school supplies, ephemera, dentistry collectibles, kitschy art, Pyrex bowls, doll components, records, toys, planters, Halloween collection, boxes of craft supplies, old electronics. Too much to list! Fill a bag for $10. Early birds will be tarred and feathered.

Okay, fess up. What do you hoard?