Pfunksfoolosophy

My Mom was a bit of a decorator and she was handy around the house. She was always sewing something, building something…I admired her for that and I suppose I get my knack for do-it-yourself from her.
She used to make lamps for cryin’ outloud. How cool is my mom? Dude, she was a toolbelt diva before there was even a show.
Mom took pride in her decorating prowess. She could find the perfect accents for our home, right down to a  lampshade.
We had a family friend who owned an antique shop in town and they were forever discussing fabrics and textiles for the home.
I had a lampshade that was punched tin that I absolutely adored.
Mom made a lamp for me that I still own. It was a ceramic girl and the lamp came out of her head. Sounds wacky, but it was sooo groovy and it was my favorite colors…lavender and purple. Her skirt was like a blossom. Mom painted and fired and wired that bad boy.

The lampshade was just as well thought out. It was lacey and beautiful. Funny how as much of a tomboy as I was, I loved that delicate lamp.
It’s the one item from my childhood that I still have after all of these years.
It’s over 30 years old. I treasure it. Guess it’s my heirloom. Problem is I ain’t got no heirs to loom it.
Heh…that was funny.

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