i found this article...patrice and jill, you'll like it...
Mad props
Melissa Alderton collects junk like nobody’s business
By Amy Jarvis
Photo By Donna M. Andrick
Propabilities is like a huge flea market where everything is for rent. There is an Austin Powers-style purple circular couch, gilded crosses, antique cash registers, sheriffs’ badges, books, safes, dishes, games, toys, bathtubs, paintings, picnic baskets, CDs, dolls, guns, clothes and rotary phones. There are even wedding dresses hanging from the rafters.
This is what’s known in the theater and film industries as a prop house. The owner, Melissa Alderton, 50, has been in business for 17 years, but clearly was collecting, hoarding, saving and stashing things for decades.
“I had a lot of stuff in the family,“ she says. “And when Field’s had their sales, well, I love to go shopping!“
The inspiration for Propabilities came when Alderton was working on a photo shoot for Marshall Field’s. “I was doing sets and needed stuff and there just wasn’t anyone doing this,“ she says.
So she filled that void. Since then, she has rented props to Michael Jordan, Oprah Winfrey and Joan Cusak. Her props have appeared on Chicago Hope, ER and Starting Over, as well as in Sleepless in Seattle, High Fidelity, The Babe, The Fugitive, Ali, Barbershop and Barbershop II.
But she’s always pleased to get them back. “I’m always happy to come to work,” she says. “I like being with my props.“
Propabilities is located at 1517 N. Elston Ave., just off the corner of North and Ashland Avenues.
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2004 27 April :: 12.24am
:: Mood: Nothing really
Today was one giant nothing. Stuff happened and it wasn't bad, just nothing. I'm rather bored, if you haven't noticed. I got a gatsby test tomorrow. Joy.
Your words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe.
Yep...fun to have songs stuck in your head.
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
You don't look different, but you have changed.
I'm looking through you, you're not the same.
My foots alseep.
I really need to shower. But it'll wake up my dad and all hell will break loose. So fun early morning showers. Woooo. meaning I should probably sleep soon. Sleep can be a good thing.
My teeth need rubber bandage...I've forgotten.
Ahhh! i lost my rubber bands! I want my braces off. ::pouts:: Pooey.
Doom di doom, my mouth is dry. My bassoon teacher thinks I have asthma. She yelled at me for it today. It was weird.
I got a 2/39 on my math test. Aren't you proud? It's not a 0, that made me semi-happy. But I'm still failing. And that's not good. Mid terms this week. :-P
My dad's a jerk. I could have gotten a 36 on everything but one thing on that damn test and he would have said " You did good, except for that one 34...that's terrible. You aren't perfect. I hate you."
Oh well, it'll be done with soon. All this test shit.
Being a junior can suck sometimes. I just tell myself that next year, I get two days off this week.
If you stuck with this entry for this long, you deserve a prize.
I know I'm boring.
Ok..I'm off to go sleep maybe. ::yawn::
Night peoples.
Yeah, I love you all...I'm dead serious. You all are amazing people, I think I'm too connected with my friends. I'll miss you all too much. The end is inevitable. I want it to never come.
This is why I never talked before, I never wanted to get close. And now that I am, I don't regret it..it's just different. I hate it, but at the same time I don't know where I'd be without all of you.
I'd still be that quiet girl in the back of the room who never talks. Literally. If they heard me say one word, it'd be a minute or so of "Omg, she talked!" And not just jokingly. People actually thought I was a freggin mute.
Well...I don't know, I guess I'm happier now. It just...grrr...getting cose to people only leads to you getting hurt.
Sleep
So, last night I slept more then I have in the past...weeks...and I am absolutly exhausted.
Mr Cougar was last night. It made me mad. The top five just sucked and it was obvious that it was just favorites from the teachers. It was just a popularity contest, just liek everything else at this school.
I went with Jill today prom dress shopping....blaaaah. The mall gives me a head ache. It makes my stomach hurt and it makes me want to collapse and die. I HATE the mall. And that's that. Jill and I tried on this dress that was $400, just for the hell of it. It was poooooooofy. Kinda funny. Imagine the most poofy dress ever, more poofy then you've ever seen...and multiply that times ten. Hehe.
I haven't stopped eating for three days now. I have to stop. But no one's home right now and the kitchen's there...just full of food and I'm not hungry, just bored. ::pouts:: Entertain me someone.
I like lemonade. It's sooo good.
Sundays suck. Because it's just one big day of crappiness leading up to the future crappiness of Monday.
This week will be....interesting. Not going to say crappy, but pretty much crappy. Two days of testing....and rehearsal and grrrr...it's crappy.
This show has gone by way too fast. The week after this week is the show. It's just like...woosh.
::sigh:: I don't know...pooooo. I need to talk to someone. But I don't know what I'd say. I thought about things for about an hour or so this morning, because I didn't want to wake Jill up (even though she was up too...but shhh..) and yeah. I hate thinking. That's why I need to be busy all the time, otherwise I think. And that just sucks.
I'm bored. Seriously bored. I don't think I'll be able to sleep too much tonight. Too mcuh sleep last night. Call me if you're bored. Trust me, I'll be bored. Just like I am now.
i just went back all the way to my first entry: 7 july...almost a year...
maybe ill just get a paperback copy cuz then i dont really need to print them cuz this is my life this year...last year was endless papers and memories and letters and drawings and this year i havent drawn much and everythings in my head and its the only thing i could put for this year...
from there, ill just write it on word and whatever...maybe ill get a money order...sound good?
cuz i really dont write in it much anymore
:: 2003 1 September :: 2.34 am
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: "colours of the wind"~Pocohontas
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HIyA!
am going to homecoming! erm...i dont know if im excited or nervous or scared or what...well let me explain~am excited just cuz i got flowers, well basically anyway. half of it is surprise...i had no idea he was going to ask so soon. its six weeks {as stacey so kindly just informed me ::bows to stacey::} until then, and i really hope we stay together until then. am sort of worried that jackie will be mad at me, or pretend shes not yet making it so blatently obvious she is. stacey has already said "i wish i was going to homecoming", which, it is also true that she will be asked sometime during the next six weeks::again, bows to staceys time lapse statement::. I want Q to ask trixy really bad; i think they would make a cute couple, although, trix, if you are reading this, i will nto tell him to. its his decision, ive already said i think you guys would be cute together, and i explained "our plan" and he laughed, in agreeance i suppose. ooo btw, jackie and benton and i got our zoo pics today! they are really funny! well anyway. Jackie is going to get asked by benton, because wender will give way to his power, although benton may hold off as an effect to wender. ::shrugs:: eh! itll work itself out. sandy...well...i think well get her someone...i think kyle and lisa are set, even though they arent doing too well, they are too attached to break up...spencer and jillian too...i dont think they are done yet. sandy, wender could take or benton...depending...chris broke up with jenny, so he'll have to find someone! ::gasp:: am helping fritz with creative ways to ask his girlfriend...but i cant think of any...she swims which he might be able to do soemthing with...o well...post any suggestions...::sigh:: yesterday i bought a four by four piece of wallboard. am drawing a load of disney characters on it...twill be loads of fun! and then i will paint them! woo! i think i will give it to jackie or jennifer...jennifer because of her new house but jackie because she loves disney. [HammeTrucci: i was just telling him how it was perfect that i asked you out today and i was going to ask you to homecoming
battlestarre: and what did he say
HammeTrucci: yeah said "beautiful"] well...gnight...
I’m at school right now. Kinda mad, I thought we were in the library. But noooo…blah. No talking to Jillian and Jorie. Poo. Oh well. I’m just really insanely bored. I’m glad we aren’t doing anything today in history. Kenny’s just….urgh. I didn’t want to fall asleep two classes in a row.
My eye’s been hurting recently. I thought it was just a thing because I was tired, but it hasn’t left for a while and now it’s just pounding and it hurts. So I think I’ll ask the doctor when my mummy takes me for the cough. Lol, I sound like an old lady. “Look at me..I’m dying…hahahaha”
Well, I’m researching the 90’s…you know cuz I didn’t live through it. Bye then
to my friends...
i want to tell you all how beautiful you are.
physical beauty is nothing in comparison to what i have learned of you in the short period i have known you.
this is to:
jen
Q
mike
patrice
jill
sandy
wender
spencer
neil
chris
cathy
hul
...im sorry if your name isnt listed... you're in there too...i just didnt think relaly hard...
i want to tell you all how beautiful you are.
some people i have told....but recently...
hearing your voices and watching your movement...
seeing your tears fall and your mouths crack open into careless laughs...
your hearts are pure...some are corrupt...
but as they were born pure, they remain pure.
youre strong, whether you can lift 250 or if you have suffered all your life...
your pain is like carbs turned into energy...it turns into strength.
the pain you feel will one day help you to not fall vulnerable in the most important situations.
you are like buds....so ready to burst...but it isnt time yet....
when you do emerge...
slowly but surely....
your beauty will become apparent...if it is not already blooming...
someone will pick you and love you, stare at you day after day...smell you and smile at you...
and even when you die...
you will be remembered...
as the girl who survived so much in her childhood...
as the kid who suffered so much from one person and still was optimistic...
as the girl who cryed herself to sleep so much from loneliness, but still listened to whines of stupid things....
as the person who kept what was close in the hardest times...
Today has just been one endless soap opera. I hate drama, I really do. I'm sorry, so incredibly sorry for anything. Don't think twice about it. I'll be okay. I've been through worse. Just right now, I can't take anymore.
I quit. Never have I meant this more. I just want to crawl up in a corner and die. Not die, just sleep for a long time. Until all this shit blows over.
I just don't want to care anymore. Caring only leads to getting hurt, which happens quite frequently in Patrice-land.
But tomorrow is a new day. Something good has to come of it. It has to. Things can't always get worse, right? They eventually have to improve...
Damn false optimism. Who am I kidding? It'll only get worse. I hate myself right now, I'm sorry.
So good night people, don't worry, I'm not insane. Just...a nutcase. So bye.
My foot hurts...
So, if you ever plan on walking in a swamp wear tennis shoes. Not sandals and not bare feet. And that's the end of that.
Ticks suck. The one thing I'm thankful that Iliinois doesn't have as much of that North Carolina is overpopulated with.
There's this tree in my backyard and it's so pretty. It has these white flowers all over it and the second you walk outside you smell it and I love it. I took pictures of and it and cut some off for my room.
You see, it only lasts for like 2 weeks out of the whole year. As soon as it gets warm outside, it blooms for about a week, then dies. And if in the time after it's warm, one day is cold, it freezes itself and dies. It doesn't start blooming until the next year. Which is sad. It better not get cold tonight.
Dudes, I really want to watch Beauty And The Beast.
I have to read gatsby...::sigh:: no more journaling. Good bye.
