For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a ‘thing’ for vending machines. When I was a little girl, I could watch these things four hours, fantasizing about how life would be inside the vending machine and what it would feel like to make the roller-coaster journey out of the machine, once someone put money in it. I remember my mother always saying that the objects inside these machine were worth nothing and that they were useless, so I didn’t actually get many opportunities to buy something and see a vending machine working, but maybe that just made my obsession and the mystery these machines have about them bigger to me.
Now that I’m (sort of) grown-up, that ‘thing’ is still here. When I was looking through my ‘big book of ideas’ last month, I saw the note I made about owning a vintage vending machine of my own one day, filled with my illustrations. I came across this idea about a week beforean important event and I decided I wanted a vending machine right then, so I could take it with me to the market. I started looking for vintage machines and capsules to fill them with and I spent a week (with almost no sleep) getting the machine ready. This involved making little paper puppets and confetti. Yes. Making confetti. I went to a party supply store in order to buy confetti to fill the capsules with along with a paper puppet, but the confetti they sold was just so ugly! I couldn’t come to peace with the idea of having ugly confetti in my vending machine, so I decided to make it myself with a two-hole punch. That involved lots of time, punches and myalgia, but I’m happy with the result, and in the end that’s all that matters!