On or about the Oneth of April, I was walking around my front yard, and a couple of neighbors’ fronts yards, photographing the pretty, pretty flowers. My intent was to send the photos to RBS, who’s in Ukraine with the kid she married, where it’s still, very much, Winter. (She had informed me that the day they got there, they stepped off the plane and into a blizzard.)
She was thankful.
While walking around, thusly, I peeked over the gate, to see if there might be some pretty, pretty flowers among my vines in the back yard. Nothing of note. But, I did spy, with my little eye, a very old Sazy Lusan, that had been sitting there for years. Complete with utensils.
I just got done telling Mads (Mafe), a little while ago, after reading of his adventures in Turkey, that I want to be him. So, if this treatise seems a little Mafeish, that’s why. (He is the undisputed King of adaptive re-use.)
First, I disabused it of its burden.
Then, I eviscerated it.
I did some sanding and fixing, got out a very old can of French Provincial oil stain,
Took a couple pictures of the neighbor’s cat, sitting in my driveway. (Is he fat? Is she pregnant? I don’t know.)
(Right about here is where Mads will usually photograph his lunch.)
Fitted it together, dry (this was yesterday).
Said to it, out loud, “I should have left you in the back yard.”
Now, today, in the midst of finishing the Eucalyptus Pot I posted earlier, I gave the Ollive Oil Shine Juice a whack at this thing.
Not bad, I think.
And, the “adaptive re-use”?
Future videos. A Lazy Susan to rotate finished Objets de High Art, that ye may behold said Objets in all their glory.
Thank you. And, I apologize