So here we are a couple of days from the show, and I was in desperate need of knowing
if I had enough stuff to fill the space. I've never done this kind of out door show, and I had a sense that I would need to practice a bit before setting up in the 85 degree weather they are calling for on Thursday.
So I taped off a section of my garage and worked on arranging my doors. Oh, my doors. I love them so. Three of them came from a boy-scout sale a couple of years ago. I paid a dollar a piece. Robb was so incredulous at the time, but not a week later, I got my first show invite and he has since learned not to mess with the ways of the Junk Ninja. The fourth door, the one that is very distressed and white...let me tell you about that. I was driving down highway 412, a very twisty and lovely road, on my way back from the airport about a month ago, and I spotted this lying alongside the road. I spun the van around and shoved it in the back with no clear idea why I felt that I simply must have this item. It was attached with hinges to the door post and pierced through with many large nails, but they hammered out just fine. I scraped it down, trying not to breathe too much (what's a little lead paint here and there?) and used the attached hinges to secure it to my other door. Voilia. I'd say three bucks is a very fair price for a booth display.
Now just try to picture it all with a black plastic curtain behind it since they are predicting rain after all (Today I buy the Wellies...whoohooo!) I spent the day polishing up each piece, gluing wallpaper backing to each framed piece and hanging wires, sealing the grout and adding a little flourish to some of the frames. My voice is still gone.
And while I was working this out, my children were doing what children do.....playing in cardboard boxes.