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.