The DC Big Flea!!!! Gosh it's been over a year since we did our last Big Flea. In fact it was the one show they did in Fredericksburg, VA. I guess it was a little too traumatic for us. It was in February and Karen and I had to go down a night early to try to beat the sleet and snow. Loading in for the show was awful, in the sleet and snow and no heat in the building and it was freezing. It was the first show at a new conference center and I think the customers were thinking knives, big bags of $1 socks, t-shirts, and whatnot. It was a long, hard, not-too-fruitful show. It put us all off the idea of doing a show for a while and then one thing after another seems to have come around and here it's been over a year. I got it into my brilliant head recently that I should do it. I hope I'm not wrong. This is the first time I've done it alone but I've got some stuff I'm hoping folks will be interested in plus since we haven't been there for a while hopefully our good customers will be champing at the bit to grab some goodies. It's a good thing we don't go just for the money; we have a great social network there-great. It's so much work, so hard, but we always have so much fun at night that it's worth it. It's like any other travelling groups; the circus, gypsies, etc., there is a great cast of characters. Don't worry, I'll take photos and let you know all about it!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Yahooooo, I'm going to the DC Big Flea!!!!
The DC Big Flea!!!! Gosh it's been over a year since we did our last Big Flea. In fact it was the one show they did in Fredericksburg, VA. I guess it was a little too traumatic for us. It was in February and Karen and I had to go down a night early to try to beat the sleet and snow. Loading in for the show was awful, in the sleet and snow and no heat in the building and it was freezing. It was the first show at a new conference center and I think the customers were thinking knives, big bags of $1 socks, t-shirts, and whatnot. It was a long, hard, not-too-fruitful show. It put us all off the idea of doing a show for a while and then one thing after another seems to have come around and here it's been over a year. I got it into my brilliant head recently that I should do it. I hope I'm not wrong. This is the first time I've done it alone but I've got some stuff I'm hoping folks will be interested in plus since we haven't been there for a while hopefully our good customers will be champing at the bit to grab some goodies. It's a good thing we don't go just for the money; we have a great social network there-great. It's so much work, so hard, but we always have so much fun at night that it's worth it. It's like any other travelling groups; the circus, gypsies, etc., there is a great cast of characters. Don't worry, I'll take photos and let you know all about it!
Well I think it's funny...
This is a true story and I thought it was funny. The names and other details have been changed to protect the innocent. I'm not sure you'll find it funny; maybe it's just because I know the parties pretty well...but here goes...A friend of mine, we'll call her...umm...Tiffany..., is planning to go see her family in...umm...Idaho soon and all plans have been put into place for a while-flights made for her husband, son, and her, etc. Tiffany gets a phone call from her sister...umm...Mallory, saying that Mallory's ex is getting married in Detroit and wants their son, Darren, to be at his wedding. The ex's name is Earwick. Earwick is a little compulsive but also controlling. Earwick has known his fiance, Nancy, for only 5 months (I'm not saying...Paul and I knew each other 5 months when we got married, too). An interesting thing, I think, is that Earwick and Nancy met each other at a conference; he lives in Idaho and she in Detroit. After several phone calls back and forth they decided they are soul mates and that they should get married. They have seen each other in person twice. Nancy's divorce from her 20 year marriage was finalized a week ago. So Earwick flys to Detroit to see Nancy and make wedding plans. They decide to marry immediately. Earwick calls Mallory and says that they want to get married and have Darren there smack-dab in the middle of Tiffany and family's trip to Idaho. Mallory is Buddhist and a good person so she wants Earwick to be able to have Darren there but doesn't want to have Tiffany's visit interrupted by something which seems so spur of the moment. In the end all is resolved and revolves around the wedding and Tiffany's visit. The most compelling reason Earwick had for having to have his son Darren there? "He missed my first two weddings". The End.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Jewels of the Sea Swap and Why I Like Deadlines
Thrice in one week I've waited until the day a project was due to start AND complete it. And this swap, above, was no different. Heather, the hostess, sent out an email yesterday saying that she's already receiving swap pieces but not looking but the artists had posted photos of their contributions on her swap Flickr site. I went on to see what was what and got so inspired that I finally sat down (didn't have any hairdos to keep me from getting at it) and created these...
...I was really trying not to do what anyone else was doing but I was edified by how the other artists were "packaging" their pieces. So instead of just doing the pendant, I made them then mounted a scallop shell onto a sea-inspired postcard, filled the shells with brown paper shreds, then tied the pendants onto the card/shell with ribbon. Here's how they look...
...I was really trying not to do what anyone else was doing but I was edified by how the other artists were "packaging" their pieces. So instead of just doing the pendant, I made them then mounted a scallop shell onto a sea-inspired postcard, filled the shells with brown paper shreds, then tied the pendants onto the card/shell with ribbon. Here's how they look...
I hope the ladies like them and I can't wait to see what comes in my mail!!! Thanks so much Heather!!
Hair today, gone tomorrow, the final entry...
Okay, when we last left off I had just burnt about half of my hair off and the other half broke off. This is the last of hair I'm going to blog about for a while, since I don't have any of my own left. The photos will be backwards but I'll catch you up.
Above is the end result; not too bad, right? And in about a month when we go see the family in Oregon I might not even have to wear the wig all the time because...
...here's how it looked after I shaved it last night and there's a little something there and should be a half inch more in a month. I thought I'd beat the paparazzi to getting these photos on the Internet. I convoed with Brit today and she said that's the best way to go...cell phone cameras and such...
...and here's the original fried hair. Send a heartfelt email to me if you'd like full instructions on how you can also get this look. Disclaimer: Must be 50 years or older, be peri or completely menopausal, or just off your meds before I disclose the secret to this good look. It helps to have a good attitude when messing with one's own hair and using umm...products for...umm...not one's hair type. Once you step out of the shower, where you were safely in the denial environment certain that can't be your hair in those clumps going down the drain, and pull the towel off to see the above, panic sets in. In that panic you try to think what you can do next and what comes to mind is that you have a very good friend who survived breast cancer a few years ago and still has the wigs she had from chemo balding. And voila!!!, you have PERSPECTIVE. Just like that you realize that it's just hair and that it will grow back. It doesn't hurt to have a best friend who's had a brain tumor removed recently either. Heck, I haven't seen my real hair color in over 20 years so this is my opportunity to see what's really going on up there. Until then, it's fun to have some "real" hair to play with (the wig with way more hair than I could ever have). Several folks have mentioned that I should stop messing with my hair which, durrrrr, I clearly can't since I don't have any but I think I'm done for a while.
Above is the end result; not too bad, right? And in about a month when we go see the family in Oregon I might not even have to wear the wig all the time because...
...here's how it looked after I shaved it last night and there's a little something there and should be a half inch more in a month. I thought I'd beat the paparazzi to getting these photos on the Internet. I convoed with Brit today and she said that's the best way to go...cell phone cameras and such...
...and here's the original fried hair. Send a heartfelt email to me if you'd like full instructions on how you can also get this look. Disclaimer: Must be 50 years or older, be peri or completely menopausal, or just off your meds before I disclose the secret to this good look. It helps to have a good attitude when messing with one's own hair and using umm...products for...umm...not one's hair type. Once you step out of the shower, where you were safely in the denial environment certain that can't be your hair in those clumps going down the drain, and pull the towel off to see the above, panic sets in. In that panic you try to think what you can do next and what comes to mind is that you have a very good friend who survived breast cancer a few years ago and still has the wigs she had from chemo balding. And voila!!!, you have PERSPECTIVE. Just like that you realize that it's just hair and that it will grow back. It doesn't hurt to have a best friend who's had a brain tumor removed recently either. Heck, I haven't seen my real hair color in over 20 years so this is my opportunity to see what's really going on up there. Until then, it's fun to have some "real" hair to play with (the wig with way more hair than I could ever have). Several folks have mentioned that I should stop messing with my hair which, durrrrr, I clearly can't since I don't have any but I think I'm done for a while.Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Being cheap has cost me all my hair!!!!
So I'm sitting on the porch today thinking that I should make an appointment to have my brows waxed and dyed and a pedicure. Somehow I went from that to going to CVS and buying a hair curling treatment for black hair, brought it home, slapped it on, then watched as my hair ran down the shower drain. So half of it fell all the way out...BALD...and the other half broke off to a nub. On top of that it stripped out all the color so without my temporary color (yes, they still make Roux rinse) my hair is orangy...I look like a rag doll that's been played with too hard then her head was shoved into an Easy Bake Oven. IT'S BAD. I went to Wal-Mart and got some big hair bands and along with the Pink Luster made for my now black hair mixed with the Roux, I might get away without having to shave it completely, but I'll have to try it a few days. I've got scarves and caps as backup. I just kept telling myself that it's not a brain tumor, easy to remember lately. It's just hair; it grows back. Any other "silver lining" cliques you want to add? Fiddle dee dee, tomorrow's another day...I need a new way to deal with my midlife crisis. The faux blue eyes were, I guess, not enough...maybe a wig...
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