List of demands: that growing up be slightly less awful, that a life be constructed of more than disappointment. These are gifts for the hopelessly angry, for the malcontent, for hearts with bills to pay – they are weak salves for our sorrow, and not even funny. They’re not enough, I know.
[Clockwise from top left: Vintage chore coat from Mr. Fraser; Handmade wood sauerkraut masher from poppyspins; Vintage transistor radio from natural home; About a yard of speckled blue fabric from WolfHouse; Travellers folding binoculars from JunkyVagabond; Sawdust fired cup from Citybytheseaceramics; 1960s button from SherwoodsTreasures; Traveling soap box from ajscanla]
There’s a moment we’ve lost, historians say, when we turned away from thinking things could be improved through action and art and instead began to rely on psychic realignment — as though what’s making us unhappy is ourselves, and not the failing structures of this vicious unrelenting world.
[Clockwise from top left: Vintage olive green slouch sweater from AdelaideHomesewn; Gas mask case from bellalulu; 1960s “Woodmen of the World” bullet pencil from ouvrier; Three vintage composition notebooks from Artful Vintage; Handpainted polka dot mug (set of two) from YoungAlexander; Handmade fabric and wire ant from psarokokalo; Barely pickled green beans from smokinzucchini; Vintage brick house wool skirt from taylorplein]
For you’re the reason I don’t torch things to the ground and don’t lie in an empty bathtub for hours and try to lift the sorrow from my skin. You make things worth fixing.
[Clockwise from top left: Meltdown Three Mile Island ashtray from PhatDog; Vintage splatter soup tureen from RACHPhotography; Viva Satire! button from massmedia; Winter walkers boots from Rigattiere; Vintage gold plated fist pin from Epochbeads; Iron Gall Ink from Belly of Flea]
So here are some things to use as you dismantle this morning, and the next, even if I don’t know what comes after, or if it will be any better, or if our hearts break because of the world we live in, or because they are our hearts.
Su Wu of I'm Revolting continues to compile a list of the things, places and misinterpreted philosophies that somehow manage to coalesce into a well-lived life. These narrative-driven collections will find you stealing out of your alternate personas' closets.