A gorgeous and massive old wooden sign had been hanging around our house for more than a year, that story here, before it and I came to an agreement on what its next life should look like. What we came up with involved some painful dissassembly but in the end, it was the right direction.
Because the main body of the sign was a weather-worn red, you'd think that'd be where I'd start to find a heart. That's what I thought, too! But as it turned out, the first heart to come from the sign was built from the chipped white-paint wood framing. I didn't get how amazing that wood framing was until it was dissassembled.
After the pieces were cut (and cleaned a gajillion ways, lightly sanded, scraped and sealed), I wasn't entirely smitten with the hard angles of the assembly. I let it sit. And sit. And sit. I'd come back to it, play with it, only to abandon it again. Eventually, while mulling it over on a long dog-walk, it hit me: Movement, it needed just a little animation to bring it to life.
And that's how this big ol' heart became Hooked.