Tuesday Trash Bubbles: Embrace Your Vintage

For a while now, I’ve been considering a monumental milestone… I am approaching the half century mark at warp speed. There is no stopping it. I can’t hit the pause button, or rewind to an earlier time. I am powerless.

What does one do in such a situation?

Not sure about the rest of you, but I constructed a Trash Bubble encouraging myself to Embrace Your Vintage.

It all began with the dread fifty brings and a used wine cork.

Recently, I’d saved the packaging from a Faber Castell Big Brush Pen because I liked the scrolling design printed on it. It made the perfect housing for my bubble.

As I considered the cork, the word VINTAGE kept nagging at me. I’m so vintage, I’ll soon be an antique! But wine, fine wine, gets better with age, right?

It was time to begin looking at possible items for inclusion with an eye toward supporting that old adage.

My husband had found the old grape bunch button not too long ago and it fit the theme, so it went into the pile.

Digging through my bits of this and that, I turned up the vintage automobile, a small piece of rusty upholstery trim, a rusty bit, a sales tax token and tea bag wisdom. “The paradox of age:” it says “The young want to be old and the old want to be young.” Perfect!

The year would have to be incorporated inconspicuously… bingo balls and markers are always good for that.

The ideal placement for the cork left room at the top and bottom. I took that opportunity to hang a feminine charm from it and added a vintage political thimble (Vote so-and-so for Sheriff) that had seen better days, topped with apiece of brass hardware.

The whole thing was sealed up with washi tape and brads.

Voila! I now have a talisman to Embrace my Vintage! Any time I start panicking, I’ll just meditate on the the message it bears.

Happy Trash to you, until we meet again!

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On My Desk: Bingo Birthday!

A friend of mine celebrated a birthday this past week. I wanted to do something special for him… but what? I had just finished the 100th birthday card for a friend’s mother and thought, “Why not?”

Standing in the studio, I turned round and round, slowly taking in my surroundings.

Most of my supplies are stored in clear glass jars so I can see what I have to work with at a glance. The things that are “put away” hardly ever get used because I have to count on my cluttered mind to remember their existence.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the stack of bingo cards, a yard sale find from last summer. The topmost card contained the number 33, the age my friend would be on his birthday. I immediately grabbed my jar of numeric game pieces and searched for… what else? The number thirty-three!

This is what developed…

Bingo Birthday 33

Now, I have cards on the brain. Maybe it’s time to make Valentines?

Happy Trash to you, until we meet again!