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Sunday, June 08, 2008
Sunnyvale replaced the farmer's market with their Art & Wine festival this weekend; just your basic-issue California street fair, and clearly not one at the top of the food chain. Ryan and I took the boys for a walk up there Saturday morning. They were not all that impressed, except for the bubble-wand booth and the puppet booth.
The puppet booth was hilarious. They were selling very muppety shaggy-fur bird-monster marionettes. The guy was walking two of them around in front of his booth, and Isaac needed to be OUT of his stroller NOW to check it out. He got right up in the puppet's face and patted it and laughed his crazy delighted cackle. I think he was ready to move in with it. That kid is fearless.
I managed to wrap up a couple of projects for Ike's room o'space this weekend (no, the kitchen cabinet doors aren't finished yet. Shut up.). Almost a year ago, I got the idea to put the words BLAST OFF! on his bedroom wall. I ordered some wooden letters and painted them metallic red, but ultimately they seemed kind of...meh and I wasn't in a hurry to put them up. And then we moved and I didn't get around to dealing with them until recently. I decided that they needed some kind of backdrop, so I spray-painted a bunch of wooden circles silver and glued the letters on. I like it. It's not perfect, but I've decided to be ok with that.
As I said, Isaac is a fearless little guy. Sometimes I wonder where he gets it, since I am of course anything but fearless. But then I remember some brave-but-stupid things I do, like thinking that I know how to apply silver leaf just because I did it one time about ten years ago. Hint: not so much. But I'm still reasonably happy with the way this turned out (although not with how it photographed; this was the best I could do):
I got the frame at a garage sale for 50¢. I painted it silver and put the leaf over that, and then used a stiff scrub brush on it to dull the metal and make it look a bit scruffy. The images are cut from a book I found @ the flea market, an odd thing from 1959 called You Will Go To The Moon. It's the story of a kid whose parents sell him to NASA. Or something like that, I'm not really clear on a few plot points, but the part where they hand him over to "the rocket men" really could use some more explanation. The book is slightly preoccupied with the boringness of interstellar travel. The good news is, there is TV in space. After reading the book the title almost seems like a threat. Oh, you're GOING to the moon, young man. Now get in the rocket.
It's not like modern kid media is any better. Dennis and I have a little game we play called, Porno Dialogue, or a Line From Bob the Builder? So much discussion of laying pipe. Oh, Spud, you parsnip-nosed freak.
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