Check out that rack!

So I’ve perved over the Allied Medal Hangers for a couple of months, but I just couldn’t choose something to customize one with.  Plus, they’re pretty pricey AND I’d have to get it

Homeless medals.

shipped over from the states.  While my desire for one of their particular medal hangers has waned, my lust for a way to display my medals has definitely not.  After loads (25 minutes, maybe, I perhaps exaggerate) of online research, I decided that I could probably knock something together that I would like just as much as some of the stuff I saw for sale.

Enter deranged “creative” Rachel.  I decided I wanted a branch.  And I wanted it to look like it was floating on my wall.  And I wanted medals hanging off it.

I began giving disturbing amounts of attention to sticks on the ground.  I went for a run on

Enough to get my pulse up*

the railway line and caught myself eying up a fallen branch.  I was seduced by the gnarls and whorls on trees as I walked past them.  In a park, I was like Quentin Tarantino in a foot spa, it was ridiculous!

Despite the fact that I spotted several worthy contenders for my ‘ultimate rack’, it seemed that they were inconveniently attached to trees.  A pity, that.

Yesterday, however, I went for a walk through sand dunes and along the beach with Ian and a friend, where I came across several pieces of driftwood.  I would pick one up, carry it along for 5 minutes, excitedly, and then spot a better piece.  I went through pieces of driftwood quicker than Angelina Jolie kidnaps adopts children, until I found THE PIECE.  Unfortunately it was still 2 miles from the car, but I carried it all the way back and it has been drying off in my bathroom since.

Well, until about 2 hours ago.  Armed with a screwdriver, a hammer, some screws, some nails, some hooks, and some ‘mad DIY skyllz’ I set about creating my new medal rack.  Et voila!

Boom!

More hooks will be added, as there is already doubling (and tripling, and quadrupling, etc.) up, but I needed a shower and was impatient to get a photo taken.  Already, it’s much better than medals hanging off a doorknob, and there is plenty of space left to fill in.  So what do you guys think?

*Photo of the tree nicked from here.

The Goods

It has dawned on my that I don’t actually have a photo of my medals so far, and medals is what I’m all about.  Shameful, I know, but something I intend to rectify ASAP.  Even more shameful if the way my race mementos are ‘displayed’.  For the past few years, they have accumulated slowly on a doorknob in my living room (they had to be moved from the bedroom doorknob because they were “too loud” whenever the door moved).  They remain there, largely unnoticed by all who walk past them.  Having scoured the internet, I have come up with a few very swanky solutions.

Allied Medal Displays seems to be THE place to go to get a medal display.  The beauty about them is that you can customize the text, so you don’t have to settle for anything cheesy (I’m super fussy).  I’m considering opting for simplicity and just having ‘MEDAL SLUT’ atop my swinging nuggets of achievement, as it describes me perfectly.  But then, since I have a blog called Medal Slut, I feel like I’m trying to pull a J-Lo and brand myself, which is just trashy.  My train of thought comes full circle, however, as I remind myself that I am, in fact, trashy, so there’s nothing to lose!  And really, how bad ass would you look to people entering your home for the first time who were seeing this just through the front door?:

A mark of distinction

Obviously it would be adorned with these (in a less ‘arranged-on-floor-for-tacky-medal-shot’ fashion):

Bounty

Now, the only drawback is that it is an American company and I’m living over in Scotch-Land, so it would take ages to arrive (I’m impatient), and the shipping would be pretty juicy.  But as I was sent a tax rebate for 2007 (speedy workers, these taxmen), I can actually afford to splurge on one.  And I do have a night in with my laptop and my (distressed) bank card…