Last week we had a neighborhood wide yard sale. Apparently, it was huge and went well. I never got out to see, as I was stuck manning my own yard. I did okay, cleaned out the garage some, the book shelves (always hard to let go), clothes (also difficult–what if I want to wear that someday!)
At the end of the day if it didn’t sell, it got sent off to the SPCA thrift store, the library or the front curb with a big ol’ FREE sign on it. That evening as I was rewarding myself w/dinner down at my neighborhood cafe, I noticed a lot of other houses had done the same thing. And that, in a moment of weakness, was how I ended up with this:
At the time it had all nine drawers. It was the color that caught me, the white porcelain knobs, the free sign. All my favorites. But once home–in the driveway you may notice, not the house–I saw upon further inspection it’s a wreck. There’s a reason it was free. It’s severely cracked along the top, drawers are missing bottoms, paint chipping (but not in a good way.) I still love it, but now it’s becoming my newest art project, which is where that first drawer went. Now it looks like this:
This is “June.” Her brief story is written on the wall. I don’t have a super artsy name for this project, something fancy in French or minimalist by number; I hate that. All I come up with again and again is Shelter. So this is something like The Green Desk Shelter Project. It could change but I’ve got work to do and if I don’t get to it I’ll sit here and goof around with names all day–I’m easily distracted that way. Focus, focus, focus.
June is accompanied by Dream, my first shelter box which hangs next to my desk (notice the similar keepsakes.) New owners can decorate w/their own mementos.
Now, back to the dismantaling. Green Desk is getting a major upcycled recycle. In the end it will hopefully be spread around the map to anyone in need of a little shelter.