I am a hoarder. There, I said it. I was raised to be frugal and to be smart in spending money on anything I didn’t need to. This can lead to a lot of problems in every day life, especially when something gets broken, needs repair, or even still works, sort of. My 1980 VW vanagon once had a starter go out, so instead of buying a new one, I rigged a string under the car that pulled a wire across the starter ( I obviously know nothing about cars).
This string then went up into the car, and I would just climb in and pull it to start. Kind of like a premeditated hot-wire, I guess. Anyways, dudes thought it was cool… my girlfriend thought it was stupid. ”Why not just buy a new starter!?” She still asks the same kind of questions after 10 years of marriage.
So… Last night, I was reorganizing my studio after a christmas party, and my desk basically fell in half. That same girlfriend from above bought me this desk, some ten years ago. She’s a smart girl and got sick of seeing me work on the kitchen table (who needs a desk? We have a perfectly good table!). Anyways, that desk has seen it’s fair share of work, over the last decade, and it’s probably time for a new one. I went to get my drill to take the thing apart. I stood there considering how to start. Then… I got nostalgic, or cheap- it’s hard to tell the difference sometimes- and took a different approach.
As a hoarder and an artist, I of course have a pile of random stuff I am “going to do something with some day”… and for my sake- I usually DO end up doing something with them.
I grabbed up a pile of random wood, old windows, doors, and well… whatever, and an hour later, had built a cubicle of sorts, that looks much like a treehouse meets town dump. Anyways, I have been wanting to do this for years, and the broken table finally pushed me over the edge. I still have that same desk from my sweetheart, and now… a little privacy.

