For such a humble, low-end object The Ham has some lovely touches. (Incidentally, I suppose I am “The Ham” in this scenario, but “The Can” seems an ignominious nickname to impose on such an innocent. So “The Ham” it is…) I mean, look at that spice rack: to avoid any confusion, its labeled “spices.” The chrome knobs on the cabinet not only reflect the light bouncing off the polyurethaned wood interior, but their concave surface offers the perfect depth when one positions one’s thumb for a secure grip. There's something Sputnikian about the simple, semi-spherical exterior lights, and the fiberglass, gold-threaded shade on the wall sconce offers a glimpse of the swinging sixties just around the corner. Even the faucet pump and knob have a subtle, ergonomic elegance about them. They may not be up to the standards of Mr. Raymond Lowey, but the anonymous designer toiling away in Wakarusa, IN at the FAN factory done his/her mama proud.
Of course, these detail shots of the details also show a lot of spittin’ and polishin’ and scrubbin’ and waxin’ yet to be done.
Jimmy the Plumber is on his way over this morning to have a gander at the gas lines. And the good folks at Economy Foam and Futon on 8th Street (in the location of the old 8th Street Playhouse, Luanne!) are hard at work on the cushions and throw pillows with contrasting piping. When I’m sure there are no major messes left to be made inside the camper I’ll lay the new tile floor. And, best of all, I have two tubs of Mother's Mag & Aluminum Polish next to me on the kitchen table just a-waiting to get out there to see if the skin will shine up like I'm hoping.
This project is just humming right along (on completely flat tires.)
It's a verified fact I was born without the gene for patience. So after posting the above, I raced out back and cracked open the Mother's. Based on the final picture in the series I'm in for a bright and shiny future! Thank God I've got a power buffer (and no, that is not a euphemism.)