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Feb. 3rd, 2003 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckFriday, Scott and I ran an assortment of errands. We took several items to a frame shop near our house. One item, a gift from LunarGeography and Badmovie, needed matting and framing. We wanted to be careful about that one because it's a Foglio bit, one of the pages from Buck Godot, that they found (on E-bay, I think).
Then we had two large pieces that my mother had given us from the house in Knoxville. Back in the 70s, she took a summer and went to Europe (I was about 6. The whole thing was very odd because my father moved back in for a while, and we had a couple of students living with us that summer who got their room in exchange for looking after me and my sister). While she was in England, she did some brass rubbings, and she brought two back and framed them. When Scott and I got them, one frame had started to come apart, and the other simply looked poorly put together. We thought we should get them properly put together now while we've got the money to spare.
The final item didn't need much work. It's a largish photograph of me from a play I was in during high school. I played the Wicked Witch of the West in a production of The Wizard of Oz. It was great fun, and I have some very happy memories of that period. At any rate, my mother had framed the photo in a nice white oak with glass. The only problem was that nothing kept things from falling out the back (well, Mom had put some smallish nails in, but they kept falling out themselves). I'd tried everything I could think of (at least that wouldn't damage the photo) with no luck.
Then we donated another couple of bags of clothing. That nearly became unnecessarily difficult because Scott somehow decided that we were trying to go some place quite different from where we needed to be. He'd missed my emphasis on "the corner of Platt and Packard" and wanted to head for a convenience store further up Packard. He'd turned before I asked him what on earth he was doing.
The next thing we'd planned to do was get the car washed, but it had started to snow. Scott felt that there was no point so long as we were that close to rain, so we just went on to the next errand and bought some groceries, mainly the supplies we needed for our contributions to the family gathering the next day. We were both rather hungry, so we ended up buying rather more than that, but we managed not to be extravagant.
From there, we went to a craft shop so I could select the yarn for the trim on the afghan. I didn't like any of the choices particularly, so I let Scott pick. I don't think he did too badly. The body of the afghan's a sort of multi-colored blue thread with lots of gray overtones, and the trim's a gray with green overtones. While we were in the craft store, I picked up a small painters pallet with six cups for mixing paints; the paint by numbers things I've been working on requires quite a lot of mixed colors, and I'd previously nowhere to mix them.
Then we had two large pieces that my mother had given us from the house in Knoxville. Back in the 70s, she took a summer and went to Europe (I was about 6. The whole thing was very odd because my father moved back in for a while, and we had a couple of students living with us that summer who got their room in exchange for looking after me and my sister). While she was in England, she did some brass rubbings, and she brought two back and framed them. When Scott and I got them, one frame had started to come apart, and the other simply looked poorly put together. We thought we should get them properly put together now while we've got the money to spare.
The final item didn't need much work. It's a largish photograph of me from a play I was in during high school. I played the Wicked Witch of the West in a production of The Wizard of Oz. It was great fun, and I have some very happy memories of that period. At any rate, my mother had framed the photo in a nice white oak with glass. The only problem was that nothing kept things from falling out the back (well, Mom had put some smallish nails in, but they kept falling out themselves). I'd tried everything I could think of (at least that wouldn't damage the photo) with no luck.
Then we donated another couple of bags of clothing. That nearly became unnecessarily difficult because Scott somehow decided that we were trying to go some place quite different from where we needed to be. He'd missed my emphasis on "the corner of Platt and Packard" and wanted to head for a convenience store further up Packard. He'd turned before I asked him what on earth he was doing.
The next thing we'd planned to do was get the car washed, but it had started to snow. Scott felt that there was no point so long as we were that close to rain, so we just went on to the next errand and bought some groceries, mainly the supplies we needed for our contributions to the family gathering the next day. We were both rather hungry, so we ended up buying rather more than that, but we managed not to be extravagant.
From there, we went to a craft shop so I could select the yarn for the trim on the afghan. I didn't like any of the choices particularly, so I let Scott pick. I don't think he did too badly. The body of the afghan's a sort of multi-colored blue thread with lots of gray overtones, and the trim's a gray with green overtones. While we were in the craft store, I picked up a small painters pallet with six cups for mixing paints; the paint by numbers things I've been working on requires quite a lot of mixed colors, and I'd previously nowhere to mix them.
