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! |
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. :) |
XO,
T.
I can totally relate! I struggle with doubting myself and my artistic capabilities. The more we put our skills to use, the more confident we will become (that's how it works, right?) Awesome job on the sign. I'm sure that your nephew will love it!
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