Let the creative juices flow!
If necessity is the mother of invention, then creativity is it's grandmother!
When we first moved into our house, the master bedroom was only being used for storage. The door was missing a panel, so we covered it with a framed picture, put a piece of furniture in front of the door and pretended the room didn't exist. Last week, we decided we needed a larger room and moved into it. Now, I think we can all agree that a gaping hole in one's bedroom door is not desirable. You would have thought I hit the lottery when I found the panel on the top shelf in the closet. The problem, it was in three pieces. I was able to glue it back together and found it would, in fact, fit back into the door. I did have to question just how well it would hold up, from day to day use.
I Introduce to you "The Rubber Lady"
I've been many different people throughout my life, but no other personality is more memorable then "The Rubber Lady". From 1985 to 1994, I embarked on a journey. There are many stories, way more then I can begin to tell in just this one page. So, I've been asking myself, how the heck do I even explain The Rubber Lady? Well, it helps that I have a lot of photographs. The Rubber Lady had a way of attracting photographers, from students to professionals. All photos are my property and include photo credits.
Adventures of The Rubber Lady
I picked up this old steamer trunk at a thrift store in about 1985, I think I paid about $15. for it. I was intrigued because it was locked, with no key. I had to ask myself, what kind of treasures are locked inside? I tried and tried to gently pick the lock, so as to not damage it. I finally lost all patience and pried the lock open. Although slightly bent, it was intact and could still latch and lock. A screwdriver became it's forever key. So, you ask, what was inside? Nothing, that it didn't originally come with. It had specially made hangers and drawers. The hangers sat on metal rods inside the trunk. One of the rods had an extension that slid out, so you could hang clothing on it, when open. It was very well crafted and something to behold. I had no idea, at that time, just how it would become so much a part of my story.