Yesterday was one of those days where your brain realizes the date! Then you slightly panic with everything you have to do before the Halloween party and looming holidays. Does this ring a bell?
In the midst of those feelings yesterday, I got a huge jolt of super-woman energy. Much like I did the time I moved my cast iron ball and claw foot tub by myself.
Before you knew it, I had everything out of my Gallery and out of Mister Lovee's old workshop (which is now a storage shed for my "stuff"). Don't worry, he had a new workshop built ;)
I went back and forth from gallery to workshop, organizing, cleaning, moving things. All this while I also did 5 loads of laundry and hung it up and put it away too. Who was that girl? Can she take over my body everyday??
When I couldn't move anymore I went in, showered, and then was re-energized...
I had not done a thing to my Gypsy Theater Wagon since the day I got it. Other than scrub it down inside and out. I had such huge plans for it, that my plans were keeping me from enjoying it.
Soooooo, yesterday as the sun was going down, I scrapped the "grand" plans, and started playing. There are acrylic windows around both sides of the wagon that are covered in a super sturdy metal mesh. I suppose to protect the acrylic. But, I do have some vintage windows that will be a part of the wagon one day...
We have to do some things to it in the future, like remove the barn door and build a whole new front face with a door and an awning. Wait, let me rephrase that... I want to do those things, but they are not really necessary.
Last night, it was all about fun and using scraps I had lying around, to play...
There is a half wall that separates part of the wagon from about 4 feet of space that ends in a rounded wall. I might take the separator wall down some day. But for now, I sealah taped some of my favorite papers onto the the metal rounded back portion of the wagon that is visible, and used the half wall as a break point from where to hang lights and tulle...
(Might I mention that nothing can happen around this place without Sealah Tape. It is AMAZING! It is better than anything in the world. Even the pleated skirts around my washer and dryer are being held up perfectly by the sturdy stuff. I need to get more, thank you Miss Kay Ellen for introducing me to your parents' product last year! I can't live without it!)
I noticed that there was a really sturdy small ledge going around the inside rounded portion of the wagon, where shelves must have been resting at some point. So, I wedged another mantle piece that I had, in there, and it rested upon the ledge perfectly, with no chance of slipping at all.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. The man that sold Mister Lovee the wagon is a welder. He used the wagon as a little shop, to go do jobs and such. Isn't that cute?
I had a blast decorating up the wee place...
I hung my antique blanket made from hundreds of antique sari pieces on to the little separator wall I told you about. You can't tell because the mantle is hanging in the center, but like I said, I have a depth of about 4 feet more that I can use if I take down that wall. Although, I am not sure I want to do that...
It is becoming a most cozy little abode. A little boudoir on wheels ;)
I can't bring myself to paint the interior old wood (or the exterior for that matter). The interior side walls have a tinge of a very old whitewash, and I love the look of it. But I am told, a coat of new paint will help it last longer. I am not sure that I can be convinced.
In the meantime, care to play a game of "lotería?"
I love the distressed wood & rusted brown authentic feel of it all. I am just not into colorful walls. I like looking at them, but I can't live with them for myself. I have tried, but no luck ;)
There is a lot of head room. None of the heads of men I know have hit the ceiling. In fact they have plenty of room above their heads...
I will take more photos when I get more furniture and such in. There is still nice space from where I am standing taking the photographs. For some reason it feels a bit more spacious in person. My old wide lense doesn't fit my camera though, which is necessary for photographing rooms and wagons. (Oh, I forgot to say ~ I got my camera back yesterday!! YIPPEEE!!)
Hey, what's that sound???
A manboy! Yaaaay ;)
Magic moments and memory making...
So much for lotería ;)
It was a beautiful evening. I stayed outside for a long while alone (until midnight), under the moon, and just enjoyed being. Sometimes while sitting still and gazing at the stars, I fall into deep thoughts...
Lately I have been thinking about a movie I saw this summer called, This Dust of Words. This film touched me so deeply that I just don't think I can ever find the appropriate moment to share it. It was hauntingly beautiful. It was sad and moving. Yet, uplifting in it's own way. (image below from movie website)
It was written produced and directed by Bill Rose. A wonderfully kind man who I admire greatly. Bill sent me a copy of This Dust of Words almost 2 months ago and I watched it 4 times. It was so deep, and it left a huge impression on me. I was trying to find the perfect time to tell you about it. Alas, no time will be perfect enough, so I am sharing it now...
I was quite moved and inspired by two people in particular in this film, who were incredibly real and kind to Elizabeth Wiltsee. They are from the town of Watsonville and are named Tony Breese and Walter Washington. I will never forget the wonderful and admirable character of those two.
Bill Rose also produced and directed a movie I told you about a few months ago, which is still one of my favorites, The Loss of Nameless Things. (image below from movie website)
I just love true stories, documentaries and real life tales...
So, with that, I will bid you adieu until very soon. I will finally get to share the fun autumnal treats I have been alluding to in the next post! ;)
♥,V
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