Artsy Fartsy

At some point, Mr. Ginley, in a fit of ennui or whatever, took down most of the decorative stuff hanging on our walls.

Artist: Michael Bedard, 1982

"It's time for a change," he declared.

And so we began to go through our collection of posters, artwork and such to freshen up the look of the place. (Yes, painting the walls would do a better job, but that's not happening anytime soon, so...)

"How about the Bedards?" suggested Mr. Ginley. 

My grandfather's pictures moved upstairs to the sewing room, accompanied by another Bedard, Sitting Duck, an appropriate commentary in light of the the debacle that was 2020. (Spoiler alert: the bullets missed.)

Other items that went up included a portrait of my grandmother as a girl, a poster from Bowie's Serious Moonlight Tour of 1983 and a photo of Bill's great-great-grandfather, a captain in the Civil War.

In our room, Bowie made more appearances, his eyes following us around the room. (I don't get dressed in our bedroom, so it's not weird or anything.)

The kitchen was pretty much off limits as far as changes go. Thiebaud's cakes are safe, the Three Little Kittens remain and the cut-out Chinese gentlemen continue to hold their places of honor. 

And, oh yes, the spice rack that precipitated the Great Spice Bottle Wars of 1993. I was prepared to ditch the old spice rack, but Mr. Ginley came up with the idea of filling the bottles with colored sand, thus creating works of art. The trouble began when I insisted the sand should be layered, while Mr. contended shaking the sand was the way to go. A compromise was reached, and to this day, bottles reflecting both methods sit peacefully, side-by-side.

But I digress...

We still have a blank wall or two that could use a little something. Maybe a Doisneau. Fortunately, our closet is chock full of artwork acquired from this museum shop or that garage sale.

I'm confident that one day soon, we'll go through all of it, sort it and decide what stays and what goes. (Mr. Ginley opined, "It all stays.")

Ha Ha.

More than likely, someday Joe will be going through all this stuff, thinking over and over, "What possessed those two to buy this POS?