The antique cradle finds a new home
As I was quietly (or sneakily) clicking away on my computer in my home office and checking out used furniture on the online classifieds, I heard my partner upstairs in my studio doing what sounded like a demolition. Amid the muttering, I picked out the words "junk", which got my hackles up. After all, that was my "stuff" that he was falling over. I knew better than to ask what he was looking for and just hoped that he would by-pass me on the way back down the stairs. No such luck. He popped his head in and demanded to know what I was going to do with all of my stuff. I really had no idea but decided to go on the offensive anyway. It didn't matter that I didn't even know what particular items he was talking about and wasn't even sure what was up there - it was still mine! I immediately brought up the issue of his massive tower speakers that had been in the basement for a decade and justified my "collecting" because I had used two large canvasses after they had sat for two years. Still, there was something nagging at the back of my mind. Items that had once held promise were now projects that I was no longer enthused about. Did I really need that incomplete painting I started in art school in 1998? Would I really used all the rubber mold making material that was covered with an inch of dust? Maybe not. Well probably not. OK: definitely not. So why hang onto it? I went downstairs and loaded up the car with some of my stuff to take to Salvation Army. One piece was a nice antique cradle that I meant to make into an indoor planter. I gave it to the Manager who put it in their monthly auction and in exchange, she gave me a big hug and heartfelt thanks. Surprisingly, I felt relieved and happy that I had helped not only her, but I had saved something from the landfill and it was one less project on my list.