This little collection of treasures found its way into my car and home from a road trip. I would say I have no idea why I bought two turquoise flowered hats, a doorknob, two 1945 children's large picture books, a (not pictured) chicken wire cloche (garden cloche, not hat cloche) and a paper mache doll's head with a very bad hair day. But, I do have an idea. In fact, I have several ideas for these little goodies. For starters, the big hat will get a fish on it. No, not a real fish. Yep, that's me peeking out from under said hat. I'm not much for true self-portraits, and besides, the little hat didn't model as well. The little hat - I'm sure there is a word for a little brooch of a hat - is going to get deconstructed for its millinery flowers and velvet leaves. The doorknob goes on top of a dress form/paper mache bust figure, and the children's books get deconstructed also- for The Faerie Zine's dollhouse fat book. Sounds like a weekend coming up.
And a final thought, why can't life have happy endings like Grey's Anatomy? And how shallow is it to measure one's life against fiction?