With Thirty Minutes To Go, I Light The Candle And Hope
I finished the actual altar, just in time.
Not as many interesting little things as I had for the anti-hurricane shoo-box altar, but I hope there's a little mojo working on the coffee table nonetheless:
* a little Saints football
* Saints Mardi Gras beads x 2
* a black doubloon from the Saints very first season (1967)
* my "Bless You Boys" Saints tchotchke from the Mid-City Art Market back in October
* photo illustrations from the Times-Picayune today, including an American flag with fleur-de-lis-es on the the field ("America's Team"), a montage of Joe Horn's victory dances, and a stained-glass window with an iconic Deuce
* excerpts from Chris Rose's column about the amazing Saints home opener against Atlanta
* the full roster
* a photo of the Superdome, cut so the Dome becomes a pop-up
* a photo of midfield with the playoffs logo, cut so the Saints fleur-de-lis becomes a pop-up
* a photo of Drew Brees running against Dallas in that fantastic blowout (sorry, The Beau!)
* a photo of Drew Brees dropping back to pass
* a photo of Marques Colston going in like Superman for a touchdown against Philadelphia (ahem!)
* a photo of Buddy D on the upper inside, looking down on everything
* fleur-de-lis-es cut out from a paper bag (incorporating the history of the bag with the acknowledgement that times have changed)
* a gold candle
* and not to be forgotten or cast aside just because we're not 5-11, St. Jude, St. Expedite, and Our Lady of Prompt Succor, plus a copy of the prayer to St. Jude
Excessive? Maybe. But as I told my mom during the local newscast's spot on the woman who is painting the entire Saints starting lineup in the style of religious icons, there's nothing wrong with it. It's a way of finding common ground and community in days that too often lack either. Of feeling better, even for the frivolous reason. Of celebrating this place where we wish we could always live.
Not as many interesting little things as I had for the anti-hurricane shoo-box altar, but I hope there's a little mojo working on the coffee table nonetheless:
* a little Saints football
* Saints Mardi Gras beads x 2
* a black doubloon from the Saints very first season (1967)
* my "Bless You Boys" Saints tchotchke from the Mid-City Art Market back in October
* photo illustrations from the Times-Picayune today, including an American flag with fleur-de-lis-es on the the field ("America's Team"), a montage of Joe Horn's victory dances, and a stained-glass window with an iconic Deuce
* excerpts from Chris Rose's column about the amazing Saints home opener against Atlanta
* the full roster
* a photo of the Superdome, cut so the Dome becomes a pop-up
* a photo of midfield with the playoffs logo, cut so the Saints fleur-de-lis becomes a pop-up
* a photo of Drew Brees running against Dallas in that fantastic blowout (sorry, The Beau!)
* a photo of Drew Brees dropping back to pass
* a photo of Marques Colston going in like Superman for a touchdown against Philadelphia (ahem!)
* a photo of Buddy D on the upper inside, looking down on everything
* fleur-de-lis-es cut out from a paper bag (incorporating the history of the bag with the acknowledgement that times have changed)
* a gold candle
* and not to be forgotten or cast aside just because we're not 5-11, St. Jude, St. Expedite, and Our Lady of Prompt Succor, plus a copy of the prayer to St. Jude
Excessive? Maybe. But as I told my mom during the local newscast's spot on the woman who is painting the entire Saints starting lineup in the style of religious icons, there's nothing wrong with it. It's a way of finding common ground and community in days that too often lack either. Of feeling better, even for the frivolous reason. Of celebrating this place where we wish we could always live.