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I Love Rusty Things

Since I moved back to Abilene last summer and got married, Colburn and I have had many “firsts.” Sharing a house. Introducing each other as “my wife” and “my husband.” Filing a joint tax return.

Last Saturday we made our first trip to the Buffalo Gap Flea Market. If you’re into that sort of thing and have shopped at several in your area, you know there are all kinds ranging from small and local to the large ones that attract people from all over the state. Let me say right here that the one in Buffalo Gap, Texas, definitely falls into the former category.

You know those Walmart People? Well, before they go to Wally World, they go to this flea market. Know what I mean?

I fear my new husband rolled his pretty blue eyes when I paid $4 for these:

The thing is...I love rusty things. I pick up rusty bolts in parking lots, and don’t even get me started on washers!

My new passion is assemblage jewelry and sculpture made guessed it...found objects...rusty things. I see this:

Spigot Handles

And I think of these mandalas that I wrote about here. Only, rather than being shimmering and silvery, these mandalas made from spigot handles will be earthy and elemental.


Do you see the connection? Don’t you love synchronicity?


Janice Johnson said…
This is a very old post (I was googling "rusty things) so maybe to late for comments, but here goes:

I love rusty things, too, Christi, Also warped, twisted, patina-ed, um. stained, et al things. In fact,on my morning walk just picked up a bolt off the asphalt. And it isn't even rusty! But it is definitely not new or shiny. It's still in my pocket. I have a miles-wide creative streak, so the fun comes now: Whatever am I going to DO with this latest precious acquisition?

Carry on the good work.

Jan Myr (my nom d'artiste)
Christi Dick said…
Thanks for posting your thoughts. I had totally forgotten about this post.

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