Calling card

“A visiting card, also known as a calling card, is a small card used for social purposes. Before the 18th century, visitors making social calls left handwritten notes at the home of friends who were not at home. By the 1760s, the upper classes in France and Italy were leaving printed visiting cards decorated with images on one side and a blank space for hand-writing a note on the other. The style quickly spread across Europe and to the United States. As printing technology improved, elaborate color designs became increasingly popular. However, by the late 1800s, simpler styles became more common.”

“By the 19th century, men and women needed personalized calling or visiting cards to maintain their social status or to move up in society. These small cards, about the size of a modern-day business card, usually featured the name of the owner, and sometimes an address. Calling cards were left at homes, sent to individuals, or exchanged in person for various social purposes. Knowing and following calling card “rules” signaled ones one’s status and intentions.” (Wikipedia)

Somewhere along the way these evolved into “business cards” and titles and fax numbers and addresses were added. Before contact databases it was common to have huge collections of these little pieces of cardboard.

When I retired I tossed a couple boxes of these (I think I shredded them). And then I realized how handy they can be. Instead of jotting down a phone number or email address on a scrap of paper that will be quickly lost, I keep a few of these in my pocket.

Handrails

When we built our home in 1986 we decided we did not want railings on the stairs. We liked the clean, open lines of the stairs and figured we were smart enough to avoid falling off. The upstairs is mostly my domain and I go up and down many times every day.

I recently decided it was time for some handrails. Just something to hold on to when going up and down. I reached out (once again) to artist/machinist Andy Cain and he came through.

These will look even better when painted.

Just look for the red Buddha

We live at the end of a gravel road, at the top of a hill. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Not all of our neighbors agree, but mostly only those that would like to sell and move, so…

Most of us don’t have house numbers (on the house) rather some kind of sign out by the road. Today I upgraded ours with a little color. Before/after pics so you can see the scale better (The log is about 30 inches high).

This will look much nicer when Barb’s flowers start blooming.

Death Book

“A recent project I worked on was this series of illustrations, animated and no, for a short nonfiction piece by Rachel Monroe for Pop Up Magazine. The story is about the author’s mother, who collects phrases from the obituary section of the newspaper in a little black notebook. It’s a therapeutic ritual.”

You can see more of Rebecca Mock’s art here and here.