Monday, 25th February 2008
“Much – ado” about a Vase!
I was sitting down watching TV last week, on a random boring night in. I sat there zapping through my channels, nothing really caught my attention except every single object sitting around in my living room. I do that a lot, when I'm alone. I think and look at things, and perceive them in the weirdest manner. The Tiffany lamp, my sisters and I got mum for Christmas, all the family pictures, the flicker of the scented candle and a few other things caught my eye and took me down memory lane or I just squinted and tried to see them as other objects ( I guess I was Super Bored!).
There was a vase also sitting there, which I kind of have this love /hate relationship with. It's an average looking vase, no pretty blue and white patterns, like a china vase, no vibrant colours or subtle ones at that, just a bland mixture of hand painted designs, giving it that vintage look.
At first, I always thought it was an eyesore on amongst the other ornaments and I sometimes I wished mum would drop it while dusting it and maybe wrap it up in coarse newspaper and throw it out, or just give it away. Alas, when I finally once did hear a crashing sound, and searched for the remains in the bin with no success, I walked into the kitchen to see my mother putting all back together meticulously with a tiny tube of super glue.
It took her ages to do it, but the vase was sitting majestically on that shelf right the next day! Obviously the next time I got to dust the ornaments (What Joy! hehehe) my mother reminded me to be extra careful with the vase. Though I thought avoiding it altogether would've been best maybe, holding it in my hands I had one of my ‘love' moments with it. I love art nouveau and the shape and colours of the vase were so reminiscent of the 1920s. Holding it closely I could see every crack and the thin line of glue holding it all together.
Funny I thought, how sometimes out of clumsiness or just because you're not taking extra care, things might fall out of your grip and break into a thousand pieces. You can pick up the pieces, risk getting cut in the process, then sit patiently and put it all together piece by piece IF you really want to still have that pretty vase (which you don't know why you love so much) still sitting on your shelf! Or.... you can just sweep the whole thing away, wrap it up so you can't see the damage made and throw it away.
It's not the choice of the century really, whatever you choose to do with your broken vase or any other object. But I can assure you can't even see the cracks in that vase I got sitting there at home! It looks as good as new. Now after that analogy.. I think I have to go and get myself some super glue.....
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I just wanted to say that I felt you should have mentioned something about Harry Vassallo's spin...
Shame on him!
Looks like you want fix a situation realising now what it means to you. That's life - you appreciate more something when you lose it rather than when you have it.
But Ira you are also lucky as you can have a lot of super glue to fix your problem. You have your fans and you have loads of them.
You give us so much with your performances. We can give you a little bit back with our support which in this case can be moral support.
Please keep your blogging as part of your performance package.
Sorry Ira I'm not being rude but it was a bit of a dolt subject.
From this story that you had the pleasure to share with us ... I think you have a FREUDIAN CONFLICT IN YOUR LIFE since sometimes your stories leave me perplexed. Please give us the pleasure to read blogs and spare us from your thoughts. Hope you will focus more on music cause I think that's the only thing you can do.
This happened to me once. I was playing FOOTBALL in my grandma`s corridor and there she had a clay figure of the SACRED HEART OF JESUS which I accidentally hit. I can still picture the scene with it falling slowly towards the unforgiving floor and BAM.
I hid it away and then took my time to fix it as well as I could and from a distance there was no telling it was broken.
Now this figure is at my house since grandma passed away and this incident runs through my mind everytime I see it.
Keep up the good work....
Fabian Borg.