Rot roe Rorge, fall's a comin'

Fall has always been my favorite time of year especially having grown up in Texas where summer was the longest season. We could finally get out our sweaters even if it was just for the walk to school not after. Texas A&M football season started, Halloween was coming and was a favorite holiday for me. We had the best carnivals at school for Halloween. So the other day while I'm out sweatin' like a pig cutting the lawn, I saw this leaf. I had just mowed in that very spot which meant I'd have ground it up had it been there a few moments before. I have no idea where it came from as none of the trees in the yard have red leaves, so it seemed like a whisper. I don't like the heat but the growing season here is so much shorter than Texas and California that it's a hard transition for me now. Everything is in full bloom and is just flourishing, then the sign; enjoy it now 'cause it's gonna change real soon...

Update on new shop...

Again, sorry for repetition but I finally got my space at THE PINK CABBAGE just as I had planned. What I hadn't planned was that I would need to restock twice with full car loads during the first week! Kawabunga dude!!!!

I finally got my signs up, it's official.

And my little map valances on the windows.

Lighting and fillage in the closet.

Look! Live, paying customers, and a steady stream of them~yippie!!!!!

Obsession with the head...

So sorry but I'm going to have a couple of update/repeats then I promise to give you more new stuff to see. Okay, you remember that Bettie Mellie moved upstairs when I created my new studio and she was replaced by another "head" in the "head"? Well, this new gal at The Pink Cabbage, Tammy, had these crowns for sale and, come on!!! Since there's a chance that I might call attention to myself, especially by police, if I wear this in public Anika gets to wear it as the new reigning queen of the "head". Not to worry, come November she's gonna have to loan that bad boy to me on my birthday!

New Shop Digs, The Pink Cabbage

Just a reminder from a couple of weeks ago of what the front of The Pink Cabbage looks like. Just spent the last three days moving out of our Frederick location and into the Cabbage. I'd been stressing about it for a while but it turns out it was really no worse than doing the DC Big Flea, except for the stairs and I don't have to go back tomorrow, pack it up, and move it again-yay! Mira, Mira Nene, I can be money smart. I'm returning the $65 in hardware for our new dresser and instead I painted it cream and put cream satin bows over the existing pulls, I'm quite pleased with my penny-pinching and the look!

Chandeliers, candy dispensers, and lots o' stuff, oh my!

We offer something for anyone and everyone...

...weird or normal.

I love my new lamp that I made out of an antique bank figurine with a funky Wally World shade.

These next few photos are of another newcomer, Tammy, who has Sweet Things, aptly named as you can see...

More newcomers, Aged to Perfection, three great women who in the blink of an eye turned this little pink nook into a little piece of paradise chocked full of goodies.

Mom doesn't need to read this one!

I wanted to share a lighter side of my musings from Anne Lamott's latest book. In one chapter she talks about the fact that she was the first one in her grade to get a bra. I felt VERY envious. I was second to LAST in my grade to get a bra. I don't know why my mother wouldn't let me get one, no one needed one, it was just a right-of-passage. My mom should have known I had wanted one for a very long time. I think I was about 10 when I first started stuffing my UNDERSHIRT. I mean like snow cones. She never said a word. I'm sure she was trying to save me from my own pathetic embarrassment but I was just trying to get attention I wasn't getting. I was a very late bloomer but that's no excuse. Okay so having reached the goal of bradom, I still didn't fill it with anything until my senior year of high school then I made up for lost time, ba-boom. I was always made fun of for being too skinny and also flat-chested, i.e. Carpenter's Dream, flat as a board and easy to screw. Only the first part was true. So I didn't date like normal other girls, the boys in school figured I wasn't worth the effort. But by the time I got my boobs in my senior year I was dating Aggies (the college guys) and was over the high school dating thing. Still skinny with boobs I still, of course, didn't appreciate it like the average teen, and now as a grown woman, I'd give my left nut for that bod now! So a few years later I met, dated, and married my first husband. He was in his senior year at Texas A&M and happened to take a class with a guy who was a year ahead of me in high school. Somehow they got to talking and Jim said I'd gone to Bryan High and Glenn said so had he and what was my name. So when Jim told him my name, that fannyhole Glenn Joyce asked, "Stephanie George? Is she still flat-chested?"! That was it, that's what he thought of me. Jim replied something like, "Umm...NOOOOO...I guess you haven't seen her in a while.". Glenn graduated the year before my maturity. I'm not bragging (I just hadn't thought of this for over 25 years and thought it was funny) but I was still about 100 pounds and wore a C cup; I was boobs on a stick. In fact once when Jim and I were on a camping trip at Lake Travis a drunk Fred Williams said in front of everyone, "I've never seen such big tits on such a skinny girl!". So, 30 years and 3 children later my body is very different and yet I appreciate my body (way more pounds, worse for the wear, more jokes about my weight just different ones, and my mother calls me a cow), my life, and myself more than I ever have. I think Oprah has really gotten to me. Thank you, Oprah. I was made fun of constantly growing up for being too skinny then as a mature adult for being overweight. I just decided a few years ago that I would not play either game any longer. The only solution is to be happy, that's also the best revenge. I've got my revenge...