On this particular outting, I fell in love with a wooden medicine cabinet someone had pried off the wall and priced at $0.50. "It will be mine!" I declared. "I will do Great Things with it!"
I bought it, hauled it home (with considerable help from my older friend; the thing was damned heavy), and did absolutely nothing with it for the next twenty years and more.
At one point, I thought to cover it with postage stamps and turn it into an installation of sorts, like what Dave McKean so often built for his SANDMAN covers. I envisioned a number of tiny found objects affixed inside, each with its own story.
This probably would've been awesome if I hadn't forgotten all about it.
A few years later, I lit on the cabinet's true purpose: it was a TARDIS! If I painted it that particular shade of blue and added a light to the top, I could unleash it on the world as a DOCTOR WHO-themed curio cabinet. Again, this probably would've been awesome--except I kept forgetting to look for the right shade of blue paint, and I found I had little enthusiasm for rigging up a papier mache TARDIS roof besides.
Oh well. At long last, I decided it was time to let someone else have a go at the thing. I stuck a price sticker on it and added it to a pile of garage sale stuff.
I forgot to haul it outside on the appropriate day--not once, but three times. This made it difficult for anyone to buy it.
The years rolled on. I clearly sucked at the whole do-something-with-the-grotty-medicine-cabinet angle, but I started making other stuff. After a chance encounter with some oh-so-lovely beads and a pair of jewelry pliers, I started making earrings. I made lots; far more than I needed myself. So I decided to offer 'em up for sale.
Effective earring display is a bit tricky. After an experiment with a picture frame and a piece of netting, I remembered the medicine cabinet. Maybe I could do something there.
First, I gave it a couple of coats of green spray paint. When my single cannister ran out and proved impossible to replace, I filled in the gaps with a dark blue wash (which itself ran out; argh), and strung picture wire across each shelf so's I could dangle the earrings to best effect.
A bit of tissue paper and a slightly creepy sixteenth century picture later, the cabinet finally had a purpose.
It took a long, long time to come together, but I'm pretty durned happy with how my medicine cabinet finally turned out. It should serve me as an effective display for many years to come.
Well, unless I do something stupid, like drop it. Solid wood is bloody heavy.