today, my thoughts turn less to the obscure, limitless realm of human experience, but more concretely, to the desk itself.
it, for one, is approximately... (helen? the measuring tape, please?)
(helen is my dress form, and thus the keeper of my measuring tape and whatever project i am pinning and sewing onto her.)
31.5 x 22 inches.
it's... quaint. and while my laptop claims its rightful stake in the matter, the residual surface is covered and layered in... well, in my life. which equally serves as my ever-evolving inspiration and my mind's tangible wasteland.
it's contents, with explanations offered:
vase of pens, pencils, paint brushes, and other such useful/less items- i think 2 of the pens work. there is also a souveneir pair of chopsticks, a silver glittery leaf that was a festive hair piece, and a $1 chip from caesar's palace, which one day i will bet recklessly on a game of roulette and never look back.
two coffee- stained articles, from new york magazine- among the sporadic postal gems sent to me from harrisonburg.
an antique jewelry box- contents formerly a long, cameo pendant necklace from a shop in town. which i will never divulge the name, in fear that people will realize she sells antique jewelry.
a day calendar- and because i do not like keeping track of days on paper, i flip through it casually. according to the date showing, there is still snow on the ground.
albums- the black keys, spoon, mgmt, modern and traditional tango mix.
a spool of tan thread.
two bottle caps- one birra moretti, one flying dog- the italian, from mi italiana, and the flying dog a single-bottle purchase, just because there was a bike on the label and i wanted to walk outside and open it using the bottle opener on my bike. (i did just that.)
two wine corks.
a stack of post-it's, awaiting their fate as meager attempts to collaborate the random sketches that make up my life.
my moleskin journal- for those sketches and words that require more staying power than a sticky note.
a set of christian lacroix stationary that i overpaid for, but justified as 'inspiration'- which i did actually use as such for a project.
a fabric swatch, the necessary color i had to use as a central aspect of my challenge garment for the fashion show.
my passport, sniffling, neglected. shamefully dusty.
numerous safety pins, straight pins, sewing needles, thumbtacks.
a glass of wine- because i am supposed to be working on my story on this weekend's wine festival, which so clearly requires a glass of tempranillo for inspiration (but seems to have alternatively inspired some haphazard blogging.)
folded up bib from the monument ave 10k.
crumbled napkin sketches- unintelligible souvenir collectibles from blacksburg nightlife's finest.
and lastly, a perpetually relentless clock and a pending deadline.
<3.
