Dear Gentle Readers,
There was a guy I used to hang with (it didn’t work out, somehow) ... anyway, he and I bought a Soho loft that came with a Gabriels billiards table. (Emperor? No, but some name like that.) The seller didn’t have room for it in his new place.
Thus began my journey into darkness … well, into the world of pool.
Geographically, I’ve since moved on … just a tad west into the Village. A short pilgrimage, in terms of distance. But, emotionally, a pretty big move for me.
The same contractor who did our loft remodel is now (after his post-Sandy rehabs) transforming my little townhouse into something that will be up-to-date and up-to-code, secure enough to satisfy my mom and dad and stylish enough to meet my ever-evolving sense of, well, style.
Toward that end, and with a fond backwards glance to that Soho billiards table, I’ve envisioned a display -- on this specific window-height, (great light!) ivory-white, bookcase -- of 15 pool balls. Arranged, I guess, in a classic 8-ball pattern.
At first I imagined an old-timey wooden rack. Then, I thought a Magic Rack might also be fun … a sort of semi-invisible glue holding everything in place.
So ... to the pool balls. Online, they cost anywhere from a few bucks to a lot of bucks.
Since I intend them to be only a sort of a low-rise sculpture -- never to be actually batted around with cue sticks -- what would your recommendations be for this exhibition set?
I’d appreciate handsome, wouldn’t mind antique (although I’d be ambivalent about ivory), would enjoy colorful, wouldn’t want to spend oceans of cash.
Never paying retail is my life,
Sunny
P. S. This obviously isn’t an original design idea on my part. I recall a certain forum regular here with a Southern California masculine cavern who employed a similar motif. Out of consideration to this gentleman’s checkered past -- and the possibility of future law enforcement scrutiny -- I shan’t name his name. You, sir, are most welcome!
Plus, there was a Helen Hunt film where one of the characters -- the artist, if I remember accurately -- had a comparable array of pool balls in his NYC apartment.
P. P. S. Perhaps we should reconsider the non batting-around aspect of these Sunny pool balls. Now that I think about it, I can see:
> girlfriends
> tequila
> hardwood floors
> a Sneaky Pete I think I have packed away somewhere
> raucous laughter
> hmm.
P. P. P. S. The pool balls in the CSI US Open One-Pocket Championship are intriguing. I particularly like the 6-ball / 14-ball color … how would you describe it? Chartreuse? Green Apple?
I made a bet with myself that a lot of you boys wouldn’t appreciate that particular hue. (Fair warning -- I win approximately 100% of the wagers I make with myself. However … this particular venture-window is wide open should anyone want to fade the odds!) Is ‘fade the odds’ a correct phrase, in re poolrooms?
Anyway, thanks for your pool ball suggestions. Or, at least the ones I like!
There was a guy I used to hang with (it didn’t work out, somehow) ... anyway, he and I bought a Soho loft that came with a Gabriels billiards table. (Emperor? No, but some name like that.) The seller didn’t have room for it in his new place.
Thus began my journey into darkness … well, into the world of pool.
Geographically, I’ve since moved on … just a tad west into the Village. A short pilgrimage, in terms of distance. But, emotionally, a pretty big move for me.
The same contractor who did our loft remodel is now (after his post-Sandy rehabs) transforming my little townhouse into something that will be up-to-date and up-to-code, secure enough to satisfy my mom and dad and stylish enough to meet my ever-evolving sense of, well, style.
Toward that end, and with a fond backwards glance to that Soho billiards table, I’ve envisioned a display -- on this specific window-height, (great light!) ivory-white, bookcase -- of 15 pool balls. Arranged, I guess, in a classic 8-ball pattern.
At first I imagined an old-timey wooden rack. Then, I thought a Magic Rack might also be fun … a sort of semi-invisible glue holding everything in place.
So ... to the pool balls. Online, they cost anywhere from a few bucks to a lot of bucks.
Since I intend them to be only a sort of a low-rise sculpture -- never to be actually batted around with cue sticks -- what would your recommendations be for this exhibition set?
I’d appreciate handsome, wouldn’t mind antique (although I’d be ambivalent about ivory), would enjoy colorful, wouldn’t want to spend oceans of cash.
Never paying retail is my life,
Sunny
P. S. This obviously isn’t an original design idea on my part. I recall a certain forum regular here with a Southern California masculine cavern who employed a similar motif. Out of consideration to this gentleman’s checkered past -- and the possibility of future law enforcement scrutiny -- I shan’t name his name. You, sir, are most welcome!
Plus, there was a Helen Hunt film where one of the characters -- the artist, if I remember accurately -- had a comparable array of pool balls in his NYC apartment.
P. P. S. Perhaps we should reconsider the non batting-around aspect of these Sunny pool balls. Now that I think about it, I can see:
> girlfriends
> tequila
> hardwood floors
> a Sneaky Pete I think I have packed away somewhere
> raucous laughter
> hmm.
P. P. P. S. The pool balls in the CSI US Open One-Pocket Championship are intriguing. I particularly like the 6-ball / 14-ball color … how would you describe it? Chartreuse? Green Apple?
I made a bet with myself that a lot of you boys wouldn’t appreciate that particular hue. (Fair warning -- I win approximately 100% of the wagers I make with myself. However … this particular venture-window is wide open should anyone want to fade the odds!) Is ‘fade the odds’ a correct phrase, in re poolrooms?
Anyway, thanks for your pool ball suggestions. Or, at least the ones I like!
