New Mexico is our destination this day. We’re heading to Tucumcari, New Mexico. Neither of us have been to New Mexico before. Today will be a first.
Charly got tired of her jeans and tank top and changed in to a dress. My first impression was, “TRASH THE DRESS”. Trash the dress was something I did a few times in my photography studio. You take a nice dress and then you go wild and turn it in to a piece of art.
“That’s a nice dress,” I complimented her before asking her to do what I was thinking.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile.
“I’d really love to trash it,” I said with a straight face.
“Ha, ha,” she said, “I bet you thought you had me. I’ve seen what you do with your trash the dress shoots. I’m down with that.”
“So, does that mean you WANT to trash it?” I asked.
“Of course,” her voice raised in tone and pitch, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Okay, next stop,” I said.
MidPoint Route 66
We stopped at MidPoint which is Adrian, Texas. We met “Flo”, the lady who is the inspiration for Pixar’s Cars character. However, it wasn’t long before Charly started asking when we were going to trash the dress.
“Hold your horses,” I said.
She asked, “Why are we waiting?”
“We need to find a place suitable for painting. We just can’t pull out paints and start painting in the middle of town,” I explained.
I did a 360 looking around town for a suitable place.
“Hey,” I asked the lady at the cafe, “do you think anyone would mind if we did a little art project over by that abandoned garage?”
She looked at me suspiciously, and before she could say anything I added, “We’re going to paint on her dress. We’ll do it off to the side and we won’t get paint on anything except her dress and perhaps some might drip in the dirt.”
The lady, still looking suspicious, said, “I’ll check with the owner.”
She came back and said the owner said it would be okay as long as we don’t disturb anything.
I asked Charly to take a walk from New Mexico to Texas for the before photo. (Hmmmm… maybe I have this backwards… ah, just assume were going West to East.)
It was now off to the dirt area by the garage to “trash the dress”. Before I knew it Charly was handing me the dress while draped in a towel.
“What in the world are you doing?” I asked, and then added, “I’m sure they would have let you use the bathroom in the diner to change.”
She just shrugged and said, “It’s no big deal. If I moved this towel…”
I stopped her there, but she continued, “… it would look like I have a bikini on.”
“You just stay hidden while I trash this dress. Didn’t you bring something else to change in to?” I asked.
“No, this will be okay,” Charly said, “it’s only for a couple of minutes.”
“A couple of minutes? For me to create a masterpiece dress? And, the paint has to dry too,” I explained.
“Oh… I didn’t know it had to dry too,” Charly said in a low tone, “I think I’ll go put my other dress on.”
Charly made her way over to the car, which wasn’t far. She changed in to another dress in the car and then went in to the cafe to wait for the paint to dry.
Meanwhile While Not in New Mexico
“What can I help you with,” the waitress asked Charly.
“Just a Coke,” she said, “I’m waiting for the paint to dry.”
The waitress gave her a glare and raised her eyebrows, “That’s a first.”
Meanwhile outside I was busy painting. I pulled out some big paint markers and started on the dress alternating with spray paint and markers.
As soon as I was done, I went in to the cafe, “Hey, it’s done, and with that dry heat it shouldn’t take long for it to dry.”
“Okay, change in to something else,” I said, “We don’t want to risk getting paint on the interior of your car. We got our pictures.”
Hello New Mexico
Shortly after entering New Mexico we found a yard full of old cars. The owner gave us permission to wander around and take some photos.
“Brent,” Charly yells, “Does this car clash with my dress?”
“Yeah, a little,” I said laughing.
“Hey, Brent,” Charly, like a kid in a toy store, yells, “Help me push this car over.”
I was more worried about it falling back on her. I ran over to make sure things were safe.
“Gosh,” she exclaimed, “You are a worry-wart.”
“The last thing I want is for one of us to spend time in a hospital,” I said with concern.