A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
But I do have a thing for laundromats because they are an absolute gem of a place for a story to begin. Think about it: strangers stuck in a humid little room, their clothing flinging around in the dryers. Their sheets and towels and unmentionables.
And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Author, Mary Gaitskill used a laundromat as the location to start her book, Two Girls Fat and Thin. In the opening line, the character Dorothy says:
(gha! amazing sentence!)
Once, while at my local laundromat waiting for the dryer to finish, I took a walk to get some coffee. I returned to find that someone had not only removed my clothes from the dryer, but had folded them. All my t-shirts were neatly stacked. They'd even balled up my pairs of socks. I was totally thrown off by this gesture. It was so kind and intimate and weird.
On the internet the other day, I found an article called: 10 Great Places to Meet New People that suggested laundromats as a perfect spot to connect.
So give it a try. Just make sure when introducing yourself to someone, to keep your eyes off their undies.
Have an inspired weekend, everyone, and I'll see you back here on Monday for a new story.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I look over his credentials, just to show he doesn't faze me. I can feel his eyes lingering on the way my dress hugs my curves, on my smooth brown hair and red lips. He's young after all, and still a man.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The mustard wants to hear it. He's become a good friend to me. He's been here in the fridge a long time, his label is peeled off and his lid is nearly crusted shut. I know that he's seen many vegetables come and go, but he still wants to listen to my tale, and I am grateful for that.
It won't be long now. I can see the pot of boiling water on the stove. I do not hate the humans for what they are about to do. I know that it is in their nature and I am not afraid.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Every hitchhiker needs a buddy. And for years, mine was the righteous, Benjamin Thompson. Ben and I had many hitchhiking adventures. Can I tell you my favorite story?
|Benjamin Robert Thompson Esq.|
This is roughly the conversation that followed:
Ben: "I've always wanted to hitch a ride on a train."
Britt: "Yeah. That would be totally amazing."
Ben:(gesturing toward the moving train) "There's one now."
In the next few moments, Ben and I jogged alongside the train and climbed on. What followed was a three-hour journey through the mountains crouched on the platform between two rail cars, and hanging on for dear life. When the train finally stopped, Ben and I scrambled off and looked around. We had no idea where we were or how we were going to get back home. So naturally, we found the nearest road and stuck out our thumbs.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wade had an idea. The next day at recess, he gathered up as much snow as he could and built his structure in middle of the schoolyard. By 3:00, he could barely sit still at his desk. He was so excited for her to see it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Gus, the neighbor said he'd be happy to do my grocery shopping. And I know my daughter, Rachel would like nothing more than to bundle me into the car and bring me herself. Still, as long as I can walk, I will go to the store. Even if it takes me the whole damn day.
In the nearest shop is a replica of a dinosaur head. Its huge jagged mouth is open, taking up most of the window.
Friday, January 14, 2011
|All photos by The Sassy Lamb.|
Here are some things I love about road trips:
4. Truck stop diners and random roadside cafes.
5. A chance to stop and really look around.
|Road trippin' with my ladies.|
|Breakdown in Calgary. What's a gal to do?|
"There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” Jawaharial Nehru
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
"You and me on the coffee table, Jerry, with a plate of cheese and crackers in between us and the music playing on, like there was all the time in the world."
You brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby (woah, yeah)
click here and sing along with Jerry and Louis.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The party started. Clowns mingled through the crowd, making balloon animals and juggling everything from people's empty plates, to their glasses of punch.
First, Igmar tripped a juggling clown. Red fruit punch rained down on the crowd. Next, Dorothy shoved a clown on stilts into the pool. The poor clown's face paint ran, and created a white skin that formed on the surface of the water. The stilts flew into the neighbor's yard. Then, Igmar plucked Rusty's red nose from his face and hid it somewhere in the doghouse.
Friday, January 7, 2011
|Alley art in the Annex, Toronto.|
|Annex alley art, detail.|
|"Street animals," alleyway, Lithuania.|
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
"Craebler-Jakob syndrome," the doctor said. A rare degenerative brain disease. Unheard of in someone so young. The long-term memory goes first. Then, over time, the short-term memory breaks down. And it's completely incurable.