This morning I was lying on my floor (as I am apt to do) and looking up at my ceiling. Then I realized that I am a very weird person. The pulls to my ceiling fan were too short when I moved in, so I attached string for length as a quick fix. Bit by bit I’ve been adding things to them.
First were three plastic sun-catchers shaped like insects. I had painted them with my friends before going off to college, so I wanted to display them. Okay. Then came Bob, my mini-mannequin. He’s been a fixture in every studio I’ve had, so I put him up there too. The string was too long, which was annoying, but instead of cutting it like a normal person, I let it hang there. Eventually I added a binder clip, which I had just taken it off some papers. I found an uneaten granola bar in my bag one day, so I attached it to that clip. Now I have all of that hanging in the middle of my room. Currently there are three granola bars up there at about eye level, which means that I am bound to walk into them at least once a day. I don’t mind.
Weird, right? I LOVE the idea of having food hanging from my ceiling fan. It’s so useful since it saves me those five steps to the kitchen when I want a snack. Yeah, I’m a total weirdo. Who would’ve thought a fan pull would/could evolve into this?
[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is reposted here for my own sake.]