Pin or Pitch — The Dustpan Project

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Dustpan produced by JV Reed company in Louisville.  Country Dutch Kitchen by M. Taber.

I found this vintage dustpan(circa around the 1950s) in a thrift store and fell in love with it.

 

I had big plans, and they were going to be a Pinterest hit.

Hit alright, but it was a strike out.

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Snuggles and Spike try to help.  Well, maybe not Spike, who was playing with a chew toy.

 

I’m not giving up, though. (Think Thomas Edison and the light bulb!)

Here’s what it looks like…

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I punched holes into the rubber rim so I could tie beads to the dustpan.

 

And I used Photoshop Elements to finish how I wanted it to look.

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The Photoshop prototype.

 

I need something bright yellow to tie the beads on.

I need some type of paint media that will work better than a thin brush and acrylic paint.

Any suggestions?

Losing Hope — Flash Fiction

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She rubbed her sunken eyes with the heels of her withered hands.

Why, oh why wouldn’t they come?

She moaned out loud and sank down on the wrought iron bed.

How long had she been waiting? Hours?

It seemed like days.

Her hope was dwindling.

She ambled away from the bed over to the large plate-glass window where, unthinking, she pressed her forehead against the glass. At once, she quickly moved away and erased her makeup smudges from the glass with a rag that she kept in her cardigan.

There. Perfect, as usual.

“Come on, come on…” she urged as each headlight passed by on the busy highway. “Why won’t they come?”

It was cold on the inside. Too cold for her, but just right for her guests who would be coming in from the oppressive August heat.

But where were they? It was getting late, and no one had shown up all evening. She looked at her watch and sighed. It had been a long, lonely day, and she was so weary of waiting.

Finally, it was over. Her wait was over for the day. Maybe they would come tomorrow.

She went to the back and locked up the cash for the day. After switching off all of the lights, she locked the door behind her.

As she backed her car out of the lot, she glanced once more at the neon sign that indicated that her failing business, Mattress Emporium, was put to bed for another day.

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Big shout out to Fiddle_stix_n_picks_945, an eBay seller who allowed me to us the bed picture. You can find their deals at http://stores.ebay.com/discountdealsandseals . Thanks so much!

God Painted the Sky

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August 21–Evening Sunset over Madison.

Visit any famous art museum, from the Louvre to the Met,

And you will find no greater work to compare to the evening sky of yesterday–

A breath-taking sky painting from God.

As my husband and I and our friends exited a restaurant, we encountered the painting.

With its oranges, yellows, and purples.

And other guests of the nature gallery had phones directed upward,

Attempts to capture the beauty forever.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handy work.”

Psalm 19:1 (KJV)