I was rattling around in my parent's garage the other day. It's full of all sorts of things - things we love, things we hate, things we ought to get rid of but haven't, things we ought to get rid of but won't, life stories, boxes of 'stuff', tools, machines, bits & bobs, empty honey jars recycled into nail storage boxes (full of nails), hammers, a very large old dining table dating back to another era (where I actually lay out my tea stained paper to dry)...
Several times over the years, we have managed to clear it out to park two cars in there. This lasted so long, until the cars were outside again. Someone moved, things changed and we needed to store more stuff. Now as frustrating as it can be to observe all the stuff that needs moving to another place (where?) it is an absolute magical wonderland, if one has the patience, to stand and find things.
My father is a sure fire tinkerer. He knows how to make almost anything and fix anything else, and if he doesn't know he'd probably have a go at it all the same. He's got all sorts of things in there and I am often scouring the shelves just for a look.
There I was, doing just that the other day, when I came across this delicious olde washer. The detail is beautiful, it's dented, rusty & worn - reminiscent of molted earth or volcanic rock cut away by harsh winds over thousands of years. I saw a journal in my mind upon spying it, and had to set about bringing it to fruition.
So with clearance from the previous washer-owner, I set forth on my journal-creating-journey and came up with Words Awash, now available in my Etsy store.