Magnets

Hopefully I'm never stuck in bed for so long again, but after spending so much time in there, I'm officially on the prowl for a new piece of art for our bedroom.

Just this year Robert and I splurged on some special frames for our horde of magnets we've been collecting on our travels (and a handful we've had since we were kids).  We bought some sheet metal and had it framed so it could hold the weight of the magnets.  We started with three frames, two for our entryway and one for the bedroom.  One of the frames in the entryway is a work-in-progress.  So three was the right move.  We can also change them up every now and then. 

 

The one in the bedroom has been a delight this past month as I've been recuperating.  There are so many favorites.  In two of the corners are what I fondly think of as the scrambled egg ladies.  They've graced the refrigerators of my youth, college apartments, the refrigerator of my first home with Robert.  

This is the last fridge Robert and I owned that could hold magnets.  I was a nanny for several years, so I always had a gaggle of kids with me, thus the magnet letters and beautiful artwork.  The first time we put a magnet on a fridge that couldn't hold them, and we watched it sadly zoom to the floor, we were completely aghast.  And momentarily lost.  

We both had metal pegboards/tool chests in our offices, so for a while they lived in clumps here and there in places that were hard to enjoy them.

Robert and I both have identical KC Pizza Hut magnets from our childhood, which is unusual because I did not grow up in KC.  I think mine came from my uncle.  I used to stare at it and think about how people in movies would order pizza (Home Alone comes immediately to mind).  I thought it only happened in movies.  It certainly did not happen in the rural area where I grew up.  When I found out Robert had the same exact magnet, I told him this and he said he didn't really know why they had the magnet, because Pizza Hut delivery (any delivery) was too expensive for him and his mom.  So we have the same magnet and the same longing.  Two kids whose big dream when they grew up was to order pizza and have it delivered right to their door.  Dreams do come true!

My favorite magnet is from the Catacombs of Paris.  It's a little book!

Prior to taking a tour of the Catacombs of Paris, I only wanted to be there and learn more about it.  But then we found out they have concerts, and now I think about how much I would love to attend a concert there every time I see the magnet.  I think it's tragic the bodies were buried in such a way, their remains now a cautionary tale, constantly gawked at and often disrespected, but I'd like to think that the music that stirs them every so often is mending in some way.  I don't care what happens to my body when I die.  Whatever is the least burden to the earth.  But if there was the possibility of music near my remains, and there wasn't the option of reincarnation, and I could politely haunt , I would choose the music.  No matter the ridicule or disrespect.  Even if it was Zydeco or classic rock, I would still pick that over the absence of music.