Someday I am going to have to take pictures of our indoor junk yard for you all. It ebbs and flows between estates we buy and we always manage to leave some space to walk from the front to the back, but woe to the person who needs something specific because it is usually somewhere in the back corner on the very bottom. Murphy's Law.
Because we find so many great estates, we can't get through all the stuff fast enough, so, inevitably, we see some of the same s*** packed and piled. So, when my partner came at me with this chicken cut out from an estate from April of last year, I knew I had to do something with it now or it would meet it's demise in an unprofitable way. It's funny how certain things get in your craw and it takes the brunt of your frustration. I could hardly blame him eventhough this poor chicken was the least of our junkyard problems. My partner got the short stick and had to 'reorganise' the mess. Some things you can control and others like dressers that need new backs or chairs that need a major overhaul, are a bit more daunting and time consuming.
I wanted to do something special with her but nothing 'spoke' to me. I'm starting to think I'm some kind of board whisperer. It's got to be the right saying on the right board in the right font or it looks awkward and forced. Maybe I'm just anal.
Meanwhile, I had this large bread board that I had been struggling with to find the right...you guessed it...everything. When I laid the chicken against it with the intention of putting thought into it later, it was like a light came down on it in spotlight and the angels started singing the Hallelujah. Destiny!
I scoured my fave haunts to find the right font. I already had this board destined to say something 'egg' but by itself, it didn't look complete. Not until I had this chicken thrust upon me. Oh, happy day!
And, the finished look.............