remember this white frame? these days it serves as an earring holder on my bedside table. it might return to it's original purpose at some point, but this makes sense right now. and it looks pretty.
and since we are visiting my bedside table, then let me tell you how much i look forward to read the sorrows of an american by siri hustvedt, and eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert. both received in the mail just a few days ago. but right now i am diggin' into the stories in unaccustomed earth by jhumpa lahiri.
i have had the leonard cohen book, beautiful losers, waiting for a while. i wanted to re-read it after the concert back in september, but so far it's only been a few pages randomly chosen. i also enjoyed the man with the dancing eyes by sophie dahl, but mainly because of the drawings by annie morris. to be honest the story wasn't really my cup of tea, but the words were pretty (probably not making sense, but that's how i felt after reading it). but this wasn't what i was supposed to write about right now, so let's get back on track, shall we?
this wooden box. (technically not in my house, but right outside, so it made its way into this post.)
i have a thing with old wood, and one day i saw three wooden boxes down the road. D met the people at the house where they were piled up, who then gave them to D. i got all excited. that was, until D asked if, hey, did i know what these boxes used to be? nope, i didn't, something special? oh yes, something special indeed. these wooden boxes used to contain missiles. and they are empty now. looking at them made me wonder what ever happened to the missiles that once were inside.
it made me sad, and i left them standing for a while. didn't know if i really wanted to look at them in my garden. but i decided to use them for plants and herbs. to change their purpose and make good use of them.
feel free to hum blowing in the wind now and call me a naive daydreamer, but now i look at them and hope, that one day, boxes like this will only be made for a good purpose. (and hey, i am not taking the easy way out: being a naive daydreamer in israel takes hard work and constant care).
for more good use of things that used to be used for something else, go visit jane of spain daily.