Favorite Things Friday: Imperfection

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Yes, I know that Fridays are supposed to be the day that I love up all my favorite “stuff” – like my spheres, and my granny’s kimono, and my big “O” – but today I am loving up imperfection. Today was chock full of imperfections. A good day, but a long day.

We won our tennis match today – yay! I was so nervous that I did not play my best – bah.

Eye exam for one child showed he has 20/20 vision – yay. He still doesn’t like to read – bah.

Kung Fu test for another child. He passed – yay!  Everyone passed – bah.

My son didn’t get hurt at football practice tonight – yay!  His friend might have broken his leg – bah.

My daughter has been sequestered in her room for days. Her homework is done and her floor is finally visible – yay! She doesn’t have much to say to me – bah.

My son wrote poetry about loving his imperfect mother – yay!  He is turning the work in with typo’s – bah.

My dog sleeps on her bed all night – yay! My dog apparently sleeps on my daughter’s bed all day – bah.

My son put his own dirty dishes away in the dishwasher – yay! The dishwasher was full of clean dishes – bah.

Did you have an imperfect day today?

Livin’ The Plenty Perfect Life…

It has been a long week, so I want to take a minute and share with you just how plenty perfect my life is lately. It isn’t pretty. My kitchen is downright disgusting. I went to an elementary school event last night looking like a homeless woman, because I forgot about it until the last minute and hadn’t showered all day. I am much busier than I should be, but I absolutely LOVE everything that I am doing, so I don’t want to give anything up. There are big cracks and something is bound to break at some point, but until then, I am happily plowing on with a tired smile on my face.

Writing my blog is so much fun – except when the devil possesses my computer and I feel like crying. This silly blog takes way more time than I should be putting into it, but how many things do you love enough to stay up late to work on? That’s how I know it is the right thing to do.

I love working with men’s clothing. I am not crazy about the necessity of self promotion letting my friends know I am available for all their men’s clothing needs, especially when I go to the trouble to send out personal emails to my friends and, in the process of cutting and pasting some of the basic information I want to share, I start out my note to my friend Lizzie with “Hi Missy.” That just does not convey the message I mean to send.

I love helping clients decorate their homes. I love it so much, I can’t put off a project. I know the feeling of wanting something to be finished, so I dive right in when someone askes for my help. Working on these projects is a treat for me and sometimes I even save it as motivation to get other things done.

I love working on my own home and trying to make it work and look the way I want it to. It does make me feel like a little bit of an imposter when I see mess in my office, but I figure maybe I can post about it and make the most of the drudgery of clearing clutter.

I love my crazy kids and the things I have to tell them like, “no, you are not really an iguana, please stop asking me to pet you” and ”please put pants on.” I love that my daughter, who has been home not feeling well for two days, and I were forced to wait 45 minutes alone in the doctor’s examination room with nothing else to do but chat and make each other laugh.

You can’t plan plenty perfect. You just have to squint and try to see it on the edges of a busy day, a mess up, or the satisfied exhaustion that comes from having so many things you love and want to do.

 

 

 

 

Connections

In the last year, I have reconnected with an old friend from high school.  From high school in California. This is significant because I live in Massachusetts and, ever since I moved to the East coast, I have NEVER – and I mean NEVER – randomly run into anyone I know from my childhood. Reconnecting with her has meant a lot to me. I have missed the comfort of being with an old friend.

I was able to reconnect with this old friend because the mother of a mutual friend has held on to a connection with both of us over the years and let us know that we were living in the same area.

This mother of our mutual friend is the wife of my friend, Dave, who passed away earlier this year. Because of this special couple’s connections with so many people, his funeral became a reunion of many old friends and I have rekindled my connection with several other old friends.

My old friend who lives not so far away from me now, has been reading my blog (being the loyal, long-suffering friend that she is!). On Monday, she forwarded some of the pictures of Gints Grinbergs’ metal sculptures to another friend of hers.

This friend of hers was moved by Gints’ sculptures, particularly the dandelions, and contacted him that very day about making a sculpture for a park he has been creating in his hometown.

The park happens to be called “Dandelion Park” in remembrance of his young daughter, who was lost several years ago in a tragic accident.

It turns out that Gints Grinbergs has three young daughters. Gints immediately felt a connection with my friend’s friend and has offered to create a sculpture for the park.

At Gints’ studio, there was a sculpture called, “My Three Suns.” The sculpture is a bowl containing three spheres (the suns). I remember that Gints told us that he had all daughters and joked that these were his ”suns.”

I can’t help but think about how we love our children so much that they become our “suns.” Whether they are with us or not, they are the center of our universe.  They draw us in and  keep us connected to each other, as well as to other people in the universe who may be traveling in different orbits.

I can’t help marveling that, even though we are all just bombing around the universe in apparent random orbits, we usually end up revolving around the important things and connecting with the people we are meant to connect with when the time is right.

 

Fixing A Chair Leg

Hello, Go Gingham fans, The following is a “how to” as well as a cautionary tale. I hope you would never fall prey to the unscrupulous folks who want to make you beleive things because of their “expertise” as I almost did. Perhaps this story will inspire you to see if you can do something yourself and trust your own smarts, instead of relying on an expert.

I once had a furniture repair fellow over to my house to look at a few pieces of furniture which needed some minor repair. He was a very large man and spoke with a voice that sounded like Mickey Mouse, but he was willing to do repairs on-site and had an Italian accent and told me his family had been fixing furniture for generations - so, duh, I trusted him. He did a great job with the base of my dining room table and a small antique table whose leaf had split. When I asked him about stabilizing the legs of my two armless leopard chairs, he told me nothing could be done. He was willing to take them to his shop to see if anyone would buy them for a very discounted price, but that was it. I decided not to send the chairs away with him and am very glad I did.

Since the chairs were destined for the dump anyway, I decided to do a little investigating…it is very freeing when I have nothing to lose and can recklessly take things apart to see how they work and what is inside. These chairs were purchased from HomeGoods, so I knew they might not last forever and was not completely surprised that their legs had gotten wobbly.

These chairs had the typical black fabric stapled to the underside of the seat.

I knew I could easily put the fabric back and re-staple it into place, so, of course, I started ripping it apart.

Inside, I found that each leg of the chair was attached with two big bolts.

Under the heads of the bolts were locking washers (washers which are split, so that when the bolt is tightened all the way down on them, it creates tension to sort of “lock” the bolt into place) which clearly had become loose. Using an allen wrench (which is one of those hexagonal things you get with almost every IKEA furniture purchase), I tightened those bolts right up.

It was a miracle healing right there in my living room. With just a quick twist of an allen wrench, those chairs came back to life almost instantly. No more sitting on wobbly chairs! No more plans to send them to their final rest at the dump! They had been saved!

I also discovered that the chair legs could be adjusted with the little rubber feet at the end of the legs.

It turns out those things are actually screwed into the chair leg and can be twisted in and out to just the right length so that the chair sits squarely on all four legs.

The moral of this story is…it is always worth investigating to see what you can do yourself. The fix might be really simple and easy. You never know until you try! Also, don’t be a ninny – big ole men who speak in Mickey Mouse voices are not to be trusted. Even if they have an Italian accent.

 

 

 

Making Art – Gints Grinbergs

For years, I have driven past a property which is heavily wooded and has a driveway which winds down a hill and around a bend, such that you can’t really see the house from the road. This particular property has caught my eye because, among the trees and rock ledges and mossy knolls, are giant metal sculptures. Giant metal spheres! Giant metal flowers! Flowers and spheres!  I love it every time I drive by!

In my experience, only fancy-pants art collectors have metal sculptures in their yard. That’s who I assumed lived in here - Mr. and Mrs. Fancy-Pants Art Collector. I had no idea how I would get a closer glimpse at these sculptures, until I saw the “Artist Open Studios” sign in the driveway. I have been so excited all week! On Sunday, I had a fabulous time talking with the very friendly artist who lives there, named Gints Grinbergs, seeing his studio and happily wandering all over his property looking at his sculptures up close. My photos cannot capture what a magical place this is!

Gints collects metal anywhere he can find it and welds in the 600 square foot studio adjacent to his home.

Gints’ work has been featured at the DeCordova Museum, as well as many galleries, and is priced between $300 and $7000.

 

 

Old wheels, bicycle parts, giant drills bits, railroad spikes, re-bar, shovels, cutlery, sink drains, metal scrap, and pipes are just some of the metal objects Gints uses in his sculptures.

 

These nail clippers were collected by airport security. Gints bought them on e-Bay and made a bowl.

Can openers!

Wrenches!

 

I love these spheres!

It was amazing to see Gints’ studio and talk with him about his art. He has been collecting interesting pieces of metal since he was a child and started working with metal when he took a welding class at Brookline High School. Gints studied architecture at Rhode Island School of Design, but finds that he likes “the immediacy of sculpture” where he can design and build in the same day. His website, www.gintsgrinbergs.com, has more pictures and information if any of you fancy-pants art collectors are interested in buying some of his work.

In my book, finding a way to do creative work you love all day is even better than being a fancy-pants art collector! It seems like a plenty perfect way to live!