Trash: Joys and Junkheaps.

All the outbuildings around the Homer Hobbit House are packed with a plethora of abandoned articles. Numerous boxes of old jars and bottles were the first thing to go... I can't imagine why is it was all saved (brewing some homemade alcohol would of been fun!), yet it seems rather sad... Here are some pics of just a few items. But amidst trash are treasures such as these pastel-lined black cups and the collectible metal hedgehogs. Feel free to inform us what the cups are!
And you'd better wear a mask around all the dust.

It Looks Like a Big White Spider Just Crawled on Your Head and Died.

When I came back from downtown after getting 'a few blond streaks to cover the grays', Brigham's disgusted statement caused me to do a double-take in the mirror.
Peas and Rice! I am NOT Marilyn Monroe! I'm not a blonde!

A new person totally crisped the top of my hair with overprocessing and now it's not hardly curly anymore (stomping my foot). Frown. Curls are ruined. Although I rushed right back down to have more brown put back in, it's not 'ME'.

'Me', if I had MY way, should look like this:

Or that lady that sells real estate if she were a brunette:

Speaking of which----If I won a few million, this is the pet I would own:

Rock and Roll Backpack

This really jangles a LOT and LOUDLY when you move, so I recommend wearing it to someplace noisy or people will stare.
Bottom and side of the Heavy Metal Trasht Bag:

Trash Dress

Recycling Kick!
Earlier this summer (June) I found a couple old dresses and 'remade' them for the Country Stampede--in case I needed some type of sundress... The black one was a ladies size 18 tanktop dress, which i cut off the skirt and changed around. Yeah, a FREEBIE and it did look cute on...
But then I got the idea to take one of my son's extra large gray t-shirts (his baggy phase) and cut it up into a dress. I added scraps (Bailey's prom) and odds and ends, then countless shell buttons all over the entire thing. (I love shell buttons--obsessive, like Joan Crawford's 'no wire hangers' thing--yikes!)
I ended up with a scrap crap cool dress-- will take a final pic when I can locate my camera recharger!

CAUTION!

Heh, heh, heh!
A couple years ago I happened to find a nice roll of yellow plastic tape. Since I suffer from OCD and can't toss out junk, naturally I could not leave this laying in the street useless and wasting away; I had to give it a home with the multitudes of other crap that I drag here to make my place appear even more 'white trash' than a Jeff Foxworthy skit.

At 6:30am, 'Cowboy B not D' and I joined forces at Copfriend's house (he's an officer in a nighboring county) and proceeded to stake off his yard with waist-high slats of wood. After we taped off the yard, we moved to the porch and tacked it off more caution strips and with huge yellow X's. The front door was sealed off with an X and a humongous "DO NOT ENTER" "NOTICE OF POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS BIOLOGICAL HAZARD" Etc. sign taped up too. (Thank you FEDEX Kinko's!)
Heh, heh, heh!
I received a phone call from Copfriend in the afternoon--he'd come home and saw all this yellow tape--he immediately wanted to rescue his little dog from inside the house, plus his 85yr old neighbor lady was freaking out and had called the Pott County Hazardous Waste Department wanting soil samples done on the neighborhood--and the police were there. So he tells me.
Yikes! I had some misgivings about the neighbor lady, but I knew his story to me was a false one--because I had already told the police department what I was doing (just in case!) AND even the mailman cooperated by rubberbanding his mail and tossing it onto his porch!
However, one of the cops were there...just to take a picture...and laugh!

Payback will be hell--so I hear!

PING!

Ping. Ping. Ping is a Chinese name and this corresponds with the sound of a dozen or more Chinese guns and pellets that my brother carted over to grandma's this weekend. He had some good ones mixed in too and brought some of his knife creations--when I get those pics, I'll post. Perhaps I'm stretching it here, but we'll say shooting is an art form!
Targets: Paintballs set on golf tees or long darts. (Shhh. and birds. junk birds.)

Trial and Error?

Every once in a while, when I get in the mood to try something 'new', I have a trial go at it. This week I printed out a 6-valued, posterized image and painted right on top of it with every bright, glitzy, and glittery color I could find. Uhhh. Errr. Hmmm. Kitschy Klimt. I'm not sure what to think. I did sell a kitschy painting for $650.00 though... and people seem to like this one!
People actually do this and sell their 'work'. Isn't that cheating? It's just like 'paint-by-number', except the underlying printer's ink bleeds up and discolors everything and not in a good way!
Makes me want to finish an oil painting that I started of Bailey a long time ago...or do the whole thing over only with REAL paint this time....