The ride from Fairport to Penn Yan seemed to take forever! I was second-guessing the wisdom of making the trek out there with every mile that passed. However, the company and the scenery were really beautiful, so I did my best to focus on that, and not be too whiny about the length of the drive. (Ha.)
When we (FINALLY! GAH!) got to The Windmill, I was shocked at how much there was to see. The Instagram opportunities were astounding (as I have illustrated beautifully, below). There were hundreds of vendors [Ok, I looked on the website after I wrote that, and it says "roughly 100 vendors", but it sure as snot seemed like more. Harumph.] of all types, including: food, arts & crafts, clothing, jewelry, tools, furniture, home decor, antiques, collectibles. And some kick-a** old fashioned pierogies. I actually can't wait to go back. And take Instagram pictures. And eat pierogies. I may even Instagram the pierogies.
|Windtamer. Righteous! Google it!|
|This pendant was at a jewelry vendor which lets you pick an oyster out of a tank (for $20) and you get to keep the pearl inside. Turns out my kid is amazing at picking oysters with rare and valuable pearls. Huh. Go figure.|
There were a LOT (not committing to a number this time - I learned THAT lesson) of vendors selling signs of various sizes and styles, for hanging in your home (or wherever you might want to hang a sign).
|A helpful suggestion for sign placement, from http://www.kansastravel.org/hubblesrubble.htm.|
- Hand-painted & unique
- Hand-painted, but mass produced
- Factory made & mass produced
- Antique / vintage
- Vintage reproduction
I have been struggling with getting started on projects: doubting myself, making excuses, putting it off, comparing myself to artists I admire, blah blah blah. This was the perfect opportunity to force myself to make something. I do my best work under pressure. At least that is what I tell myself to excuse my procrastinational tendencies.
Once I said those words to my sister in law, the pressure was on. Yeehaw! The project was in my head from that moment on.
I thought about how I would do it.
I bought some acrylic craft paint in the colors I wanted to use.
I found a simple silhouette of a truck and a cute font to use as a guidelines.
My husband, Michael, helped me find a scrap piece of pine which was just the right size in the basement.
One night I even dreamed about making it and presenting it to my sister in law, brother, and nephew.
|My haul from the trip to Michaels for supplies. I could spend all day there. It is physically painful to leave.|
|My man found me some wood in the basement.|
My first attempt was crooked. Hesitation makes for wonky cuts. :o/
Michael helped me get one piece straightened out, and I managed(-ish) the other one, following his example. I sanded them both, smoothing the surface on the front, and also softened the corners and edges a bit. Palm sanders: I can handle those.
|And one became two (decidedly NOT square-cornered) pieces.|
|I winged it on the background color and border, stepping back occasionally to check for (relative) symmetry.|
|Trying to get the all of the letters to fit!|
|Done! (Hey! Why is this photo out of focus?!? Maybe I should actually READ one of the articles that I re-Pinned on Pinterest which tell one how to take good photos for one's blog. But then I might feel pressured to use punctuation and grammar in "less creative" ways, too. Oh, well. You get the idea.)|
|Closer view of the bottom panel. I love this truck. :)|