Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Was That Me Going Through Your Trash?

So, I've taken up running, though only when the weather conditions are optimal, and even then only to the end of my block. (Full disclosure--I used to run seriously, when I was a wee teenager, but I was a sprinter then and I'm certain I just don't have the right muscles for distance...it's something about fast twitch vs. slow twitch, right? Can anybody back me up here??). Anyway,even if I'm not yet getting that "runner's high," I am enjoying the act of eyeing the neighborhood garbage while running past on trash pick-up morning. People throw some cool stuff away, like these antique bentwood chairs.

Turns out these chairs were in the trash right next door, so I didn't have far to walk to take them home. Like most of my DIY projects-in-waiting, the chairs then found themselves nestled into my small garage (which has never actually contained a car) until I decided last week that it was time to give them a new life.

Now, it's true these chairs were down on their luck. The wood was splitting at the curves, and of course, they had no seats. They were paint splattered as well. When I told my neighbor that I had taken them, he'd said, "Good luck."

My two kids had outgrown their little toddler table where they do arts and crafts. One of their tiny chairs had finally succumbed to years of heavy use and snapped. It was time to get them a new, big-kid set-up. I'd recently spiffed up a round, metal vintage folding table I found at an antiques shop using some sunny yellow spray paint and adding a new vinyl top (perfectly wipe-able for kids' messy projects).

I sanded the trash-picked chairs and, with my dad's help on a recent visit, cut the seats from scraps of plywood. Yes, I used a jigsaw on this project! I have a natural, and healthy, fear of power tools, being that I need my hands to keep at my writing career and all. But, once I got going, it was kind of fun, in a white-knuckled, don't slip and take a finger off kind of way.

Upholstering is easy-peasy. Foam, fabric, staple gun. I'd recommend it to anyone who's looking for an easy DIY. Fresh white paint in a high gloss (for easy cleaning) and...new chairs. We had most of the supplies already around the house. I spent ten bucks on fabric, for both the chairs and the table.

Here's something I love about these little DIY diversions from my writing--a distinct before and after. It's sometimes difficult to decide when a writing project is "done." If my deadline is strictly self-imposed, I can fiddle around with a piece forever. Sometimes, it's nice to take a break from the nebulous fictional worlds I'm creating, and rev up some power tools, take a piece of wood... Hey, this was a square, now it's a circle, now it's a chair seat, now I'm sitting on it.

I'm looking forward to my next trash-to-treasure (I'm looking at you, broken printer cart!).

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Want a Pretty Postcard?

Loyal Blog Readers,

Are you behind on your correspondence? Is your Grandma still expecting a thank-you for that Christmas sweater she knitted? Are you dreading the necessity of penning a love note to that special someone for Valentine's Day? Do you long for the days when you got REAL mail?

Let me help! I have a set of beautiful postcards from the wonderful folks at HOOT Review. The cards contain an original flash fiction piece...by little old me. And it's not just any story, but one nominated for a Pushcart Prize! The story is paired with some wonderful black and white photography.
So, whether you want a haiku for your kindly landlord, a threatening note for the neighbor who kept your baseball when it landed in her yard, or just a pretty postcard to pin up on your own refrigerator, I'm happy to supply my own text (or yours) and mail to the address you supply, no charge to you, dear reader.

If you haven't heard of the HOOT Review, check them out. They are a "literary magazine on a postcard," featuring an original work of prose, which the editors then pair with original artwork, once each month. It's a cool idea, based on the premise that, if people can read a tweet, they can surely take time to read the equivalent of two tweets (the poetry and prose they publish is limited to 150 words) even if they claim not to have any time to read literature.

The editors also encourage people to plant the postcards for strangers to find. Imagine the pleasure of discovering a beautiful magazine on a postcard stuck to a chain link fence on your way to work instead of an ad for 2 for 1 buffalo wings. Anyone who plants one should send me a photo to put on the blog (and I'll share with the HOOT editors as well).

Interested? Email me the particulars at marcycampbell at hotmail dot com.