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Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
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2:59p - the blues - left wrapped in a picnic rug at the Little Marionette cafe*, Balmain
Each week, a decorated matchbox with a tiny present hidden inside is left by a girl (and sometimes willing friends) somewhere in her travels. It's a random act of semi-artistic kindness aimed at disrupting someone's day in a tiny but positive way. That's if they dare to pick it up...
My sister got married over the weekend (which partly excuses the lack of boxes...I've been very busy doing nothing of late - like baking honey cakes and watching several movies in a day), which was one of those happy/sad events. I think adults call it bittersweet. I'm used to sharing toothbrush cups with her and our matching care bears living in the same house, seeing what she's wearing everyday as she runs out of the house each morning. So when I woke up the day after her wedding and saw her bedroom was empty, I realised she was gone and became quite upset. I want to call and text her all the time but don't. And I know she's not gone completely, it's just hard to adjust to the change. If these moments had a soundtrack, a cheesy harmonica blues wouldn't go astray...
The baby harmonica was actually given to me by Matt, a very generous comic artist who I first met doing FBi mag and kept bumping into over the next few months. As I sat down to interview him about his most recent Cut & Paste Digital Design competition win and view on comics, he pushed a tiny box perspex box across the table - containing the baby instrument (on a necklace for easy access and everyday use!) and a teeny tiny box of matches from Crumpler, no bigger than a fingerprint.
Thank you so much Matt! I wanted to keep the harmonica.. but I guess that's not really in the spirit of the project. Rats. I'm going to make sure I leave this box in a prime position though. Speaking of which, last week, a friend of mine left a matchbox at the top of the Eiffel tower! Pictures to be posted soon!
Happy new year!
S
* The Little Marionette (which I initially mistook as Marie Antoinette...silly) is one of my most favourite places to spend my afternoons. The counterpeople are lovely - the boys usually wear cravats, braces and hats and one of the girls wears these bright red shoes. If their tiny cafe is full, you can grab a picnic rug from the basket and head across the road to Gladstone Park, they even let you take real cups. You'll know when it's time to bring them back in cos they start playing the Presets real loud when they want to close. Cute.
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