I love a good mystery, probably more than most. I thought I was Harriet the Spy when I was nine, spending most of my time toting around a marble notebook filled with observations [and doodles] about the curious happenings of my neighborhood. I was reading Agatha Christie and Nancy Drew long before I had any reason to. I think Sherlock Holmes is a total babe [the character and yes, even quirky Benedict Cumberbatch]. But today's mystery isn't in a book or movie, it's in my house.
The story reads much like a mystery novel, oddly enough. I went to a town home nearby where I live to pick up a writing desk I had found during one of my daily [or to be more precise, hourly] Craigslist searches. When I arrived, the door to the home was open. I knocked, said a obligatory 'hello?', but no one responded. I took a few steps inside. From around a corner appeared a bald man, likely in his late 40s. He was apparently home's realtor, which had just been sold. The owner, an elderly gentleman, passed away recently and an estate sale was held, since the man neglected to leave his possessions to anyone. According to the bald fellow, the couple who ran the estate sale didn't handle things appropriately, and left quite a bit of the old man's belongings at the home.
Mr. Bald [this is what happens when I neglect to catch people's names] then offered me a small wood table in addition to the desk I had already purchased. I thanked him, asked 'how much?' but he insisted it was free of charge. He then asked if I'd like to help him unload any other things that were still lying around. The new owner was taking claim of the house the following day, so everything else would be put out to trash. The natural hoarder I am happily obliged to take whatever seemed decent enough. The odd part was the majority of what was left was a large collection of French bulldog memorabilia; mostly framed art [at least a few dozen], some figurines, which Mr. Bald had heard were actually of value, and a few crystal pieces from the kitchen, among other odds and ends.
I snatched everything up rather quickly, and promptly unloaded them into my house. As I began to rifle through the framed art, I immediately took note of this exceptionally large, colorful print. It didn't fit in with the others, which were almost exclusively dog portraits [can't wait to figure out what to do with all of them...], and I immediately began to appreciate the colors and style of the print.
[Stay tuned for some room and furniture inspiration; I just adore the use of color in this piece!]
I then noticed the print was actually signed, by someone who I assumed was the artist.
It was also numbered, making it a limited edition print. [curious, very curious...]
I began to do some digging, which took me longer than usual, since at first glance I thought for sure the name was 'Barbara Atwood', leading me on a wild goose chase of sorts. But once I sorted out my name issue, I found Barbara A. Wood's website, and discovered that she's an artist currently based out of Georgia. My 'Orange Dress' is larger [31.75" x 23.75"] than the others she has listed, and I'm not sure what type of print it is, but it's beautiful, double matted, custom framed, and 100% free. Since I love a good mystery and a good bargain, this one is a win win!
I like to think the old man I inherited 'The Orange Dress' from obtained it through a secretive romance with Ms. Wood. Perhaps we'll never know...