One short look around my garage was all it took. I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud of that. There is plenty more, like a box of wooden chair parts (legs, spindles, seats) to use, but have to work on that. I want to fashion a "garden man" (ETA: Oops, that should be green man) face somehow. Also, it needs more color.
Mom has been funny lately. Yesterday morning she was up early, and she came into my bedroom, took one of the sandals I use as "house shoes" (as opposed to the sturdier, use outside in the muck shoes) and put it up my sleeve. Then she proceeded to tuck me in tightly, shoving me around until the sheet was well and good tucked under me. So there I am, in bed with a shoe up my sleeve and tucked in like a mummy so I couldn't move. Later, she took a length of roving, put it under my shirt from the bottom, then out the neck hole, and tied it. I imagine it will start a new fashion trend.
* My art history friend (she works at the Getty) said that it is actually a multi-media-dimensional-Ican'trememberwhatelseshesaid-piece. Ok, but I'm still calling it my wall of junk.