While I find my life to be quite normal, I realize that it is also possibly pretty strange. I have fun, I get shit done; I just move through the motions, but it certainly isn't the same life anyone else is leading, to my knowledge. But isn't that as it should be? So, let's just take a look at what this past week looked like for me. None of it is in order, it's just events from Sunday to Sunday. So, what is it? Why it's Slime Mold, of course! Of the lawn and grass variety, that is. (no, I had no idea this even existed until after researching it). They looked like small, somewhat circular patches of silver-ish purple in the front yard. Dad actually found it, and tasked me with taking photo's and researching it, because I'm the research gal. Honestly, I do love research. It's a beneficial primitive organism. It is a mold as the name suggest, though slime it isn't. It'll eat bacteria, dead matter, and other molds in your yard. Ours happens to be purplish-silver (or black from far away), but it can also be pink, blue, orange, red, or cream. I kind of wish we had bright pink or orange spots in the yard, but I digress. There's no need to get rid of it, but a heavy rainfall or mowing will get rid of it. Interesting, n'est-ce pas? Also tested some soil from the backyard garden with my chemistry litmus papers, but that was two or three weeks ago. My dad used to make his livelihood through the repair and manufacturing of fine jewelry. That is his workbench you're looking at in the photo. I didn't do any jewelry things this week, but I did have to utilize his workbench and one of the plethora of metal files that are jumbled there. That's my hand, holding one, but all of those things in that cubbyhole are metal files except the two ring sizers. There are a slew more metal files that aren't pictured. So, why was I in need of this workbench? Automechanics reasons. We were still repairing the heater box and heater core of our car and some plastic pieces were shot and we needed to use J.B. Weld, Permatex, and pieces of brass to rig it all up. This job was beating out and filing down some thin sheets of brass that dad cut out to fit. That wood handle up there is a small jewelry hammer, and I banged the sheets flat on that metal piece that's affixed to the workbench. Then filed the edges smooth. How many people can say that they used fine jewelry equipment at their fine jewelers workbench to mess with brass for an automechanics job? It's not a huge find or anything, I just happened to be out back and this was something I took a photo of for my photo-a-day project. I, however, had forgotten I even had this sign until I was down there scouting out things to photograph. That's my street sign. The one that was in service during my entire childhood. The county took it down in order to erect a new, shiny one along with a new stop sign probably when I was about twenty two or so. The old signs were laying on the ground, not having been collected yet by the workers, so I took this. I am one, and both of these things. My address is technically Westover, but I am on the corner of Westover and Wildwood. See? One and both. Anyway, it was a rediscovery for me and garnered a whopping seven likes on Instagram (yeah, that's a big number for me). Workin' hard or hardly workin', eh? Found this bee fast asleep on the job. Who sleeps in flower petals? This girl apparently! Actually that's not true. The Sister technically found her, but I was elated to see a fat, fuzzy bee and I wanted to take a photo of her too. She wasn't thrilled. The bee, I mean. She fussed a little. I was disturbing her sleep after all. We did check, because we would have been sad if she'd been dead. I'm pretty sure she was just tired and not dying. I like to think that she was just tired, so that's what I will believe. Besides she wasn't there the next day that we went back and wasn't on the ground below the flower, so yay! Recovered some chairs, which I mentioned having done in this post. It wasn't a difficult task, as I did no sewing, nor used tacks or anything. They're just 70's metal frame chairs with leather upholstery for the seat, back, and a bit of the arms. The cats have clawed the hell out of the very top of the back and it was rather unsightly having all that yellow foam showing in patches. So, I just found some random material that we had enough, of which there there three options, but only two that were logical. One is a big roll of Thai silk, and as it was already absolutely covered in cat hair just hanging out in the closet, that would have been a poor choice indeed. So, I chose this vintage town fair fabric and a two-toned green stripe corduroy, which were remnants left over from when my mom and her super BFF recovered a chair almost forty years ago. That chair is gone now, but I loved the material and kept the remnants, and of course I'd want to use it somewhere in the house again! So, it was a simple procedure and I only needed a pair of scissors and a flathead screwdriver. The green striped material was too short to actually cover the entire back portion of the chair, so really it's just laid across the top and tucked into the metal frame in the back (which is where the flathead comes into play). The town fair material though had to be cut and tucked and pulled taught before I tucked the material into the side and back metal (notice that fierce fold and pleat job I did). Just another (and better) shot of that town fair material. It's from the 1950s/1960s and isn't very PC at all. Side Shows? But, still also, how awesome! This is not interesting in an of itself, as it's just two vintage images that someone else put together for this Retro Pie book; a woman holding up her newly baked pie, and a clock that reminds me of a vintage Folger's coffee tin. I, however, laid my morning coffee on the page and shot a photo overhead, again for a photo-a-day prompt of What I'm Doing Right Now, which was waking up with coffee.
But, I like that about myself. That I like retro imagery and can create this photo because that's where my brain takes me. I'm glad I've never been boring*. In related news, that retro pie book, I had purchased at the local library from their discarded section. I, of course, liked the retro imagery, and the idea of old fashioned pies, as well as just the idea of pie. However, I am not a pie maker, nor much of a pie enjoyer, and never once made anything out of this book in the three years that it was in my possession, though I flipped through it on several occasions. So, I decided that it needed a new home and my friend, originally from Mississippi, but now living near New York City, is huge into baking pies and wanted it. So, huzzah! A cool book is going to a good forever home. And that's basically my past seven days in random highlights. *Boring is in the eye of the beholder. While I don't think I'm boring, mostly, that doesn't mean that I'm not to other people or that this post wasn't absolute rubbish. But, who cares, right?
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