Random Instagram and related stories from the week
Having my mobility reduced by my back problems has led to a little bit of an Etsy habit. Um, stuck at home. Entertaining my painkiller brain-addled self. Aimlessly surfing. Suddenly not-so-aimlessly surfing. The Paypal button is so so so easy to click!
It’s not so bad, really. Just a package here and there. I don’t know exactly when I got the epiphany that Etsy has vintage and antique items as well as handmade ephemera. Some time in the last four weeks for sure. And I have a slight obsession with vintage men’s collar boxes. Ok, maybe an obsession with attractive containers of all kinds. But collar boxes specifically. It was a scratch I’ve been refraining from itching for years. Until now. My first collar box is now sitting under my micro four thirds camera. Holding all its accessories. And for good measure I have a brand-new-to-me at-least-65-year-old hat box to hold yarn on top of my art supply cabinet.
When I get out of here (occasionally I think of this back problem as a bit of a prison sentence but I’m convinced I’ve been good and the parole hearing is soon) I am headed to visit a couple who live in Bethesda and specialize in fixing old photographs. The one pictured above is of my grandmother and her friends headed on an Easter bike picnic. It has been folded and battered and loved half to death and I want to see it resurrected.
I’m not driving much these days but when I do it’s a relief. I may be limping to the car, but once behind the wheel I’m as fast and nimble as anyone else out there. A few days ago I pulled into a parking spot – my seven year old Mini between two shiny red much newer Minis. I couldn’t resist the shot. That’s a photo of fun and freedom. Fun and freedom, I tell ya.
I’m blowing this joint soon. I’ll ditch the Etsy account and go dancing. Who’s up for joining me?