Flags

If necessity is the mother of invention, then boredom must be the mother of weird art. You know the kind. You see it on the side of the road, in people's yards, in your neighbor's house, in magazines and on TV. Sometimes you even find it in a real art museum. There use to be this "piece of art" in a yard not far from here where someone had taken some old patio furniture and made some kind of creature out of it. A couple chairs and a table all bent out of shape then welded to each other. It looked like, well, patio furniture that had been straightened out then bent into another shape then welded to other pieces of patio furniture. Nice.

What made me think of it was this nice little number here. I was putting away clean laundry this morning when Shael asked me to come look at what she'd done. With poker chips. Oh, mercy. At least they weren't the kind that were actually worth cash. Hey, at least the kid is patriotic, right?

She didn't stop at just one, either.