a couple of weeks ago, a winter wind blew a wooden sign over in an alley. the typography had been turned toward the wall, so i am very thankful for that cold gust that showed some blue. i asked the tailor's shop if it was trash. it was trash and ready for the hauling.
the sewing machine and spool of thread are stenciled and the script is handpainted typography. *swoon*
after admiring the yesteryear script painting, i decided where i would hang it. it was the reward for cleaning off the work table.
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