I have always liked old stuff--antiques of course, but I also like rustic old doors, windows, metal--anything like that. So I got this idea . . . .
What if I could find enough window frames for each student to have one, and then they could each decorate one? Little did I know what I had gotten myself into.
First of all, I had to go to a “recycle” yard and dig up all the frames. I was climbing on top of old boards, digging through piles of old junk and glass, and getting my arms all scratched up, but I did find enough.
Then the owner told me I could only have the ones with broken window panes for the price I wanted to pay. More digging. I finally had them all lugged up to the street where I could try and fit them into my car, which I managed to accomplish.
Husband: “What have you been doing all morning?”
Next, since it was Thanksgiving weekend and I had Friday off, what better way to spend it than to clean, paint, scrape, and varnish all those windows? By the end of the day I was questioning if this really was the best way to spend my precious day off, and limping around from being bent over old window frames for hours on end.
Husband: “Honey, are you okay?”
Then, the great moment came. I took all the frames to school and told each of the students that they could each pick one and decorate it. They looked at me like I was crazy. (Maybe they were right.) I gave them a few ideas, and soon things began to shape up. (Maybe I’m not crazy after all?) Some of the finished products were amazing. Husband: “Please don’t do any more big art projects.”
