Last Friday I got an early morning call from my Grandmother asking if I wanted my Grandfather's drafting table. Of course I did. In fact it turns out I wanted two of them because that's what I ended up with. When I got to her house there was not one, but two drafting tables in her living room. One I liked because it was smaller and would work better in my place (in my imagination where i have room for such things). But then there was the bigger one, and that's the one I have countless memories of him sitting at. I couldn't choose, so they were both loaded up into the truck. Don't ask me how it was not logical to take only take the bigger one, but completely logical to take both. But there you have it. They also passed on all of the art supplies that were in view. Pens and pencils, sketch books with one or two little drawings. The photo is one of them in it says "Wow. A new book of immortal drawings."
I couldn't get any really great pictures of the tables in full view, but that's not what I love best about them anyway. I love the indentions and the drawing out of the lines, and the ink stains and splotches and the "i'll just write on the wood" doodles. So instead, I decided to take some photos of a few things I have been collecting, things that have resurfaced over the last couple weeks. Things that I have been putting on top of the drafting tables (currently hanging out with me in my living room until i decide what the heck to do with them), just to see what they look like on them. The wood houses are something I am hoping to incorporate into my business - maybe, it's a work in progress. The paintings are ones we found at a yard sale for a quarter; Luca gets up to the desk and looks at them for a minute or two everyday, and now, I just love them. The last sketch is from a friend of mine and I brought it out to remind me to get a frame for it - though I do just love the way it looks resting on the table.