Deborah Lipp

I’m like the winningest girl ever. I win raffles and doorprizes and contests. I’ve got a DVD set coming and once I won a VCR and I won an MP3 player and I am reading a book I won in a raffle. I win shit.

Also I’m the clumsiest girl ever. My life she is a comedy of oops.

Anyway, I won this very cool stamp set. I decided what I wanted to do was frame it. So I took it with me to Marshall’s (carefully pressed between pages of a book) and sort of tried it out in a variety of frames. Found a frame I really liked. Quirky and impressive and it set off the stamps beautifully.

At home I realized the frame had a stand and I wanted to hang it not stand it, so I removed the stand, which took hammers and prying and a certain amount of anguish. During which I had the wrong hammer and the right hammer was lost in Arthur’s room, so days passed. Then Arthur found the hammer and I pried off most of the stand and then I realized there was no hook. Most frames seem to come with both the stand and the hook so you can do what you like. So now I’m hammering and hammering to get a hook into the frame and it’s not working and then I realize that I have one of those plastic glue-on hooks so I use that.

Then I stick a nail in the wall and hang the thing and it looks awesome. I have a whole display of movie-related stuff on the wall of my stairs so as you go up there it is, James Bond, Casablanca, Superman, various autographs, some collectibles. So I put it on the wall of the stairs and it’s just right. Except the hook is placed wrong so the nail hanger thingerjob shows. So I take it down, move the hook, hang it back on the nail hanger thingermoobob…

…and Crash, Bang, Boom, Tinkle.

(Crash, Bang, Boom, Tinkle was the original title to this post.)

Frame flies to the bottom of the stairs in an impressive barrel roll, not actually commencing with the shattering glass tinkle part until it’s rolled over like three times. Wish I’d filmed it.

So. I need to go to Marshall’s to buy a frame. My life is one long deja vu.