I’m getting ready for the Thanksgiving Hoo-Ha that’s going to be happening in a few days. Thirty-six of us will be eating, loving and laughing here at my old homestead.
I admit it has been awhile since I was in my basement. Needless to say it needed some attention before our guests arrive. As I was wiping the cobwebs off the window blinds, my daddy’s 1940-something ice skates caught my eye. They were laying in the middle of the floor, right where I had put them months ago. I thought to myself….”Mar, you ought to do something with those things.” (I have these profound conversations all the time.) I agreed and went upstairs to get another load of laundry going.
Standing there at the washer, I noticed this black gunk around the base. So I pull the machine out from the wall and washed the grody floor. I probably should figure out why it was grody, but hopefully it’s just normal after six years of washing.
(Meanwhile…back at the ranch…Mary, stay on the subject. You are putting up your Dad’s skates!)
Anyhoo…these rackets are pretty cool and I want to do something cool with them.
(via) This is cool.
(via) But I lurve this idea of weaving some thread or yarn through the strings.
They are right up there with my swimming trophies from when I was 9 or 10 years old, band awards for being the most enthusiastic and of course, my “Thanks for Participating” tennis trophy. Also, sharing the spotlight with the old skates are some deer antlers and a skull of some sort.
A little skattered and disconnected just like me.
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