hey gang! it's a couple weeks before my next market and my start date at my new job got pushed back again so now is a great time to pick up a lil something in the shop... stickers and buttons all ship free in the continental us and you know I do custom work
happy pride help out your local queer cryptids if you can
I barely managed to claw back my table fee and it was a trillion degrees at the market so I have made zero progress towards being able to pay my rent this month if anyone would like to make a purchase or commission an art
On the one hand, deciding to do a herringbone pattern probably increased the floor renovation project time by 4-5 hours. On the other hand, my library floor is going to look bomb as hell (just as soon as I run to Home Depot for more flooring because I ran out 😬). We’ll do black grout in here as well. And once the floor is done…I can start building bookshelves 🎉🎉🎉
Ok, it’s been a hot minute but we are finally making progress again on the library! We have moved the door a foot so we can have wall to wall shelves, and the bookcases are all built! I just have to sand and seal them and hopefully we can install them this weekend.
(!!!!!!!!!) We are sanded and installed! Finishing up the toe kicks tomorrow and then I will seal everything this weekend and hopefully start unpacking books next week!
Light fixture installed, rug laid, throw pillows thrown. Bookcase lighting should arrive this weekend and I’m debating adding gold stars to the ceiling. But we’re nearly done!
I really am in love. I still need to make the rolling ladder and figure out what to do with the TV wall (the wall the couch is facing). But I have to focus on more pressing projects for a bit, so expect a final update in a few months, maybe! ❤️
Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.
There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.
Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.
ALT
Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)
Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.
ALT
The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.
Until June, when the eagle is bare.
Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.
Then my A/C quits working.
So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.
ALT
I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)
ALT
(Nice.)
My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.
I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.
I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.
"Who's in charge of the eagle?"
"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."
I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?
UPDATE: I called this morning to figure out when the car was gonna be done and the desk guy talked me through it all and then said:
"Hey also: thanks for making that costume for the eagle. People can be touchy about it, but the guys love what you did. And it’s so smart to put "Love is love" on the shirt. Because we’re all for the LGBTQ community, but of course there's people who come in here who aren't. And what are they gonna do? Disagree with something like that?"
I admitted I’d been nervous to ask about it, and we had a laugh, and then he told me they actually have a monthly budget for the eagle now. There’s a spreadsheet full of holidays and everything.
Anyway, I’ve still gotta get my wheel bearings replaced.
Soon as I walk out that door, you're gonna steal that bag of teeth, aren't you? Have these back by nine. Pristine condition. Or.. Ace will have to find another morgue to work in. Got it?
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