Tuesday, November 29, 2011

11/29 Eric chalk board adopted

With Abaca in Fishtown.

11/28 Lurray caverns souvenir pitcher adopted

With Becky in Fishtown.

11/26 Watch face needs a home

Found at North Philly flea market.
Adopted by Jenny.

11/26 Locket pin for Christine

Found at thrift store on East Girard.

11/26 United Nations dish needs a home

Found at North Philly flea market.
Adopted by Lars.

11/23 Angel babies adopted

With Dan's installation on Broad Street.

11/26 Bobby pin for Corrina

Found in North Philly flea market.

11/26 3,4,5, and 6 need a home

Found at North Philly flea market.

11/26 "Flea" Market in North Philly

11/23 TRAILS WEST needs a home

Found at Goodwill in Jersey.

11/23 Judy ALL HEART mug needs a home

Found at Goodwill in Jersey.
Adopted by David Rosenblatt's Aunt Judy.

11/23 Fisherman embroidery for John

Found at Goodwill in Jersey.

11/23 Nick stool needs a home

Found at Goodwill in Jersey.
Adopted by Nic- close enough!

11/23 Goodwill in Jersey



Monday, November 28, 2011

11/25 Jill's sad story




Lauren,

I have sad news. Please bare with me.... I usually talk too much, providing long and overly detailed recounts. In this case I even feel obligated, so forgive my rambling...

Tuesday was beyond busy. It was a day scheduled full of patients made angry by a previous, inept clinition, leaving me with apologies, and (skilled) damage control. Ugh.

Your package was hand-delivered to my desk. It immediately improved my mood! I opened the box upon arrival, eager to meet my super cool, new-to-me bottle nestled inside! I even found time between cranky patients to make it sparkle. I then took pictures of my shiny bottle tucked back into its original travel nest.

The parking lot was dark before I finally left the clinic. I was hurried to retrieve my kiddos from daycare. Still, I would not have literally run to my car, if not for a downpour of obnoxiously frigid rain. But I did run and, of course, I slipped. I fell.

I wish I'd left the box unopened. The top was no longer secured with tape. I saw my bottle bounce out in front of me (two times in slow motion, to be exact) before hitting the pavement just wrong.
It shattered.

Already pissed off, soaked and now suddenly very sad, I located the nearest curb. I sat down and cried.

I am so sorry that I cannot send photos of my musical bottle on a sunny window sill as promised. I'm afraid I am now the OPPOSITE of a 'stuff hero,' hoping to save an object but destroying it instead!

I mentioned my mother to you... how she prompted my craving for unusual bottles and pretty glass. After raising five children, she long ago relinquished sentimentality toward most breakable things. Still, she understood my experience, first suggesting.... a funeral! Funny, since your project description mentions our perception of life in treasured, inanimate objects.

Ultimately, we decided the glass pieces might best retire in one of her mosaic stepping stones. She and I both create new paths with them each spring.

I'd guess that more than sums it up.... Let me know if not. Thank you for the chance to participate. Sorry I fucked it up.