It’s All in the Tape. Part 4
The house I lived in was a perfect house for owning a hoop business I remember thinking one day after I’d cut another hundred feet of tubing. Even the two post foundations that were in the basement were perfectly distanced from each other so I could stretch out all the hoops I needed. There was a garage that was big enough to house thirty hoops and two cars.
But I still had hoops everywhere. I did my best to constrain them, but like children my hoops only wanted to play. I’d build hoop stands to try and make sense of this new inventory I had start creating. I had imagined my beautiful sparkly hoops hanging from a post, a well decorated post that resembled something like a maypole. I wanted hoops hanging low and high, sparkly and joyful. What I made was pretty and joyful alright, but being held up by a Christmas tree stand I had found in someone’s trash, didn’t make it very durable.
But it had been pretty and bright. I had started ordering tape from a number of different companies I found on the web, and since my roommate had told me that the red tape on the first hoop I bought was wrapped with gaffer tape, the same tape they use for stages and production, I went straight for the gaffer.
I found every single color and I chose the brightest I could find. I wrapped that post in the neon green, neon orange, neon pink, and neon yellow. It was like a hoop beacon. There was no missing it.