Years ago I was trying to put a label on myself - design-wise. Labels are stupid, of course, and frustrating. And insidiously addictive. While I protest loudly against them, in the middle of the night I'm susceptible too - what's my design philosophy? I knew I wasn't a minimalist - never that! - but whatever the direct opposite of minimalism is, that would probably describe me. Maximalism? Was that even a thing? Turns out it is, and I would say I'm a type of maximalist - a salvage maximalist.
Some people think the best day of their life was the day they got married. Sap-py! Others have best days that relate to their kids, or milestones achieved, or perhaps when they took a bucket-list trip. Me? I'm not nearly so lofty in my aspirations, and I'm not sappy. At all. The serendipity of a good day that appears out of nowhere really appeals as an alternative to those aforementioned "big" days. My favorites usually involve some mix of the following: sunshine, sunglasses, my mom, friends, shopping, salvage, or trash. And guess what? Last week another perfect day happened. Out of nowhere my friend Kris and I went to check out the old tools and accumulated stuff in her family's barn. And it was heaven!
If you've ever driven down Old Salem Road in Albany, you may have driven under a large metal tube passing over the road (Pic 1). It was used by the IP (International Paper) pulp and paper mill (the stinky Albany plant) to transport steam and electricity from one side of the road to the other. Was used. As of June 24th, it's gone. As is most of the rest of the mill that used to stand on Old Salem Road. It's smells better (have you noticed)? But it's a bit sad to see the emptiness.
Today I took a ride out to Columbia Boulevard because there's a ton of scrapyards out there: Bob's Metals
, Schnitzer Steel
, Rivergate Metals
Last week the egg had its photo debut as an all-in-one-piece egg (no longer a Humpty egg). It was only missing two things: the wall to keep me from falling into the only-room, and getting that sucker into my house. Important steps, to be sure.
This crazy yellow room is a difficult one to visualize. We're now getting to the point where different stages can actually be seen in pictures, which is pretty cool. Progress has been happening for a month, but now it's at critical mass - the work has moved to the house!
I have had such clear ideas for so many years about the remodel of my upstairs closet room that it was probably a jinx. My firm ideas were bound to change. They always do!
Have you ever seen a metal sculpture or water feature, piece of garden art or structural item in someone's house or yard and thought, I would like one of those. Maybe you've also thought that you want some item made to your own specs, to fit your space. Well, here's how to get started on a metal project of your own. First, you find the metal. And that means a trip to the scrapyard.
Last week was a shopping week, apparently. One friend wanted to find vintage signs, another wanted clothes, other wanted to wander Aurora. What's a gal to do? I'm a giver, so I shopped.