I'm on the back porch, trying to twist up a tulip poplar leaf using 20 and 26 gauge wire.
There's something about this activity that opens up a little-used chunk of my brain, where fragments of old home movies are stored. Today, it showed my 5-year-oldish self, sitting in a chair in front of the kitchen junk drawer, twisting wire. I hadn't seen that movie in quite some time. ;)
In my recollection, the junk drawer was about a foot deep and very hard to open, and when it did open, it did so with a monstrous squeak. (One could not sneak into the junk drawer.) It must have held all sorts of things, but what I remember most are colored wires and nuts/bolts/washers and wire pliers. Daddy was always working on something; those things lived in the junk drawer. There was entertainment value in them - a "matching" game and a "make something" game. Daddy probably didn't mind me putting bolts and washers onto nuts, but he wasn't particularly happy about having his wire twisted up into primitive sculptures.
End of movie. :)
But while it was playing, I did manage to make a passable tulip poplar leaf. There are things I'll do differently the next time around, but it's not bad for a first try.
Speaking of kitchen junk drawers, in ours I recently found a disposable 35mm camera that was labeled "use by April 2009." All of the film had been shot. I'm guessing the pictures were from a cruise I'd gone on with my BFF. I'd run across that camera before and had always said, "I need to take these to be developed." I finally did that yesterday. The drug store film counter guy raised his eyebrows when he saw the label. I said, "Yeah...I know."
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