Sybil Sage finds a new career in pique assiette, the French mosaic style that loosely translates to ‘broken plates’
I’m at the age where a new bracelet, if inscribed, would read, “I take Lipitor.” By the same token, a new necklace won’t materialize because I’m good in bed — but rather as a device to summon help should I tumble out of it.
My age bracket was not an asset as I considered how I might start earning money again to deal with the devastating financial catastrophe confronting my husband and me. I don’t need benefits and won’t take maternity leave, so I tried to be optimistic as I responded to every job posting on Craigslist that didn’t ask for a bank account number or bra size. I soon realized why so many Americans over the age of 55 were becoming entrepreneurs: We’re the only ones who see us as viable.
Friends tried to be helpful. “You could organize other people’s lives,” was proposed more than once — despite the fact that I haven’t yet put our son’s baby pictures into albums, reasoning that by waiting another three years, I could include his law school graduation photos.
“How about selling those beautiful mosaic things you make?” Hmm, that idea resonated. For years, I’ve been buying plates, finding unusual patterns such as Warhol Campbell soup cans, the London Metro map, and musical instruments. Using nippers, I create tiny shards and combine them with handmade tiles, glass gems, mirrors, words extracted from plates, and other surprises.
Getting a website marks this as a serious business. With bubble wrap, grout, and tools everywhere, our home looks like Home Depot. I am the designer, purchasing agent, press representative, marketing manager, quality control, shipping clerk, and cleaning crew, proud to be mistress of my domain, www.sybilsage.com. I hope my virtual friends will recommend the site to their virtual friends and help me go viral so I can become too big to fail.