Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A story of its own
Here's a shot of the latest scene my niece (the hard parts) and I created this weekend. The handcrafted cherrywood desk is a replica of an antique high corner bookcase desk.
The other special piece is the "vase." If you look at the closeup you'll notice it's a life size bullet casing! This summer I received a wonderful box of miniature furniture and odd pieces from the mother of a friend.
There were two casings in the box; I haven't decided what to do with the other. Maybe I'll make myself a pendant.
The woman who passed the box on lives in the midwest (Protecting the innocent and all, I won't name her.) Her son is a very smart, mild-mannered engineer going for an MBA. Her daughter is an amazing woman, a writer with a law-abiding partner and child. I can't imagine anyone in the family having done the deed that resulted in this spent casing.
How did my benefactor come by these casings? Was she a cop in an earlier life? I think I would know. A hunter? Not. Could she have ... ? No, no, no.
I'll just have to create my own story.
Have you ever come upon something like this, that seemed to have a secret story of its own?