Okay, I’ll say it. Occasionally I surprise myself with a moment of brilliance.
Up until that moment, Dougie 26 is proving to be a pain in the behind:
Make something portable (or that seems portable) that normally isn’t.
The inherent flaw is that if I can move and carry it, it’s already portable! And if I can’t, I need more than ingredients at my disposal. As a rule I don’t keep the makings for dollies and bulldozers about.
So the koan nature of this Dougie is one obstacle.
Also a challenge is the shallow pool of ingredients in the abode of this anti-clutter nazi. And guess what. Everything I’ve got is already portable!
So I mull, mull and mull some more. More than a week. I mull longer than I’ve mulled any Dougie to date.
I’ve got one idea. Doesn’t wow me.
I can’t and won’t hang it up on Dougie 26 though! I mull more. Come hell or high water, I’m gonna do this Dougie! And I’m not gonna throw out some crappy thing just to get it over with. That’s not me.
Portability. Portability.
Finally the tide turns. I reach deep into extensive life experience. The experience of moving.
Many many many many many many moves. Moves conducted by me. Not moving companies.
Frankly, I’d rather move a box of heavy books than clothes kept on their hangers. The clothes fall off. The wires dig into the palms. And the weight adds up quickly considering it’s basically a bunch of cotton!
And traipising from closet to car, back and forth back and forth, with a handful of hangers is no fun.
Brilliance strikes!
One = a 28-inch scrap piece of lumber from the building’s basement storage.
One = a blue scarf.
Add: Two clove hitches.
With no spot in the abode to hang and photograph, I head down the street in search of one.
The cotton scarf, twisted, bears the weight well, is soft and comfortable. No painful digging into the flesh like rope.
That’s 95% of my hanging wardrobe on the old cannon in front of the historical manuscripts museum for all the passersby and world to see:
Wardrobe portability! It’s painless. It’s cheap — a buck for that old scarf at the dollar store. Cuts the number of trips from closet to car. (Could also be used as a hefty hanger in the closet.)
Brilliant!
Mar 08, 2011 @ 15:40:00
Brilliant! I doff my chapeau!
Mar 08, 2011 @ 15:42:44
@Doug – My least-favorite draggy prompt to date turns out to be a favorite in the end. Oh the irony! By the way, feel free to hang that chapeau there with the rest. 🙂
Mar 08, 2011 @ 19:28:00
Ok so all of Tacoma now knows what you wear. 😉
BTW think its not really a cannon (that’s a term reserved for muzzle loaders) but a gun, field gun or artillery piece.
Mar 08, 2011 @ 20:41:12
@Expat – M.-Webster (the definitive authority in U.S. communications industries) defines it as a large heavy gun usually mounted on a carriage. It is so I roll with that. No pun intended. BTW, it’s from WWI and at this stage is unlikely to be going anywhere!
Mar 08, 2011 @ 23:56:35
I love how your persistence forced a result, and what a stylish one at that! That particular shade of blue is my absolute favourite. Well done you. 🙂
Mar 09, 2011 @ 11:36:20
@Karyn – The application for a patent is under way as we speak – lol.
Mar 09, 2011 @ 10:13:46
Very clever!
Mar 09, 2011 @ 11:37:40
@lexiemom – Thank you!