You may have noticed that we have a penchant for mascots. Whether it’s Bella the Meatbagz model, Todd the imaginary hobo (or is he?), or even our mounted goat head in the workshop who’s name changes on almost a minute by minute basis, we enjoy them. They amuse us, and, we suspect if they had the power of speech, they’d probably say we amuse them. Either that or annoy the living crap out of them, but we’ll focus on the positive here.
Sweet Sue E., the flying pig.
Brilliantly constructed of an old grain scoop and various other pieces of metal salvaged from Tony’s grandmother’s barn, she rocks a bronze crown (as every true Meatbagz mascot must) and is ready for take off. She is amazing. And she’s a PLANTER. She was all decked out in holiday finery for the Schoolhouse Sale, rockin’ a bright red poinsettia. She never looked so festive, in all of her short years. (Unless you count the age of her parts, in which case it’d be her long years.)
Hand cut copper (which he also heated to give the super cool colors), framed in a handmade frame which he aged with crackle paint, this Meatbagz sign may or may not have made us tear up a little bit. Or more than a little bit. And we may or may not have made a verbal contract that Tony will never, ever be allowed to pay for a bag again, no matter what.
We’ve always had fun working on Meatbagz, but lately we’ve been so surrounded by love and awesomeness we’ve been pinching ourselves, and this is yet one more example. And you know what? One of the best things about this is that it’s not only made with thought and care, but that it’s something that we didn’t pay for. Not to say we wouldn’t happily fork over a lot of hard earned cash for this beauty, because trust us, we would-it’s that we can pay Tony back not with bills and coins, but with bagz. There is just something so right about trading time, energy, and talent for the same.
We all have our strengths, and happily, and at least from our experience, they’re all as unique and individual as we are. Mack is a killer pie baker. Kate can make random bits of art from pretty much anything. Tony sees an old grain scoop and sees a flying pig. And between the three of us, we all walk away feeling incredibly lucky and the proud new owners of some awesome pieces of art-Tony rockin’ his kick ass Meatbagz down in the big city, Mack and I happily arguing about what to plant in Sue E. when the weather warms up and whether or not our amazing new sign is hanging straight (or just crooked enough to make it funny).
So, yeah. We’re feeling pretty thankful around here-not just for amazing new mascots, signs, and old friends, but for a life that lets us barter and trade with people who inspire us, impress us, and make us grin. Here’s hoping you all have a touch of that in your lives, too.