Some things get better with age...some things, not so much.
I think my journals are getting better. I am braver with the stitching, stuffing and general messiness.
My body, well not so much.
I am sending this little guy off to NieNie today - perhaps she will review it on her blog. Have you seen her blog and heard her story? Get ready to read about a real live HERO.
Even though her body is greatly burned...she IS getting better with age.
An inspiration.
....ain't what she use to be.
Ugh.
Shows are a lot of work.
Have to love this wonderful trailer. It is our sons but I covet it, well, not to bad because he lets me borrow it whenever I want.
I have to admit I feel a bit like this trailer today.
A little bent up and rusted out.
Whoosh.
Still tired.
Shows are a lot of work.
Hauling-setting-up-taking-down-re-hauling-unloading-putting-back.
Would someone like to be my agent...and just let me play in The Magic Room?
I'd love to just do the creating and playing and let someone else do the sharing it with the world.
Chap stick.
Metholateum.
Lip balm.
That is what.
My Dad was drafted into the Navy during WWII.
He had to leave his beloved dairy cows and farm...oh, and his wife and baby.
Not that he wasn't patriotic.
He was.
He just has other things going on in his full-to-the-brim life.
One thing I remember him telling me about boot camp - besides going through the chow line and having them dump his apple pie upside down on top of his meat and potatoes (Dad didn't like his food to touch - not even casseroles or soups, he liked his food seperated on his plate - Hello Jackson! - you came by it honestly) was that he developed a big nasty cold sore.
(Could the grammar police fix that sentence for me, please - Brigette you teach school, help me out here)
He had cold sores.
I remember one he had that was so big and painful.
Oh.
Miserable.
When had developed at boot camp he would have given a ten dollar bill to anyone who would sale him some metholateum.
Of course, non was to be had.
When I did my first Farm Chick show.
I thought I was prepared, but about midway.
I needed me some metholateum.
I found this apron on a walk with RR. (True story - genuine road kill)
I imagine someone on the way home from work...tossed it out the window and said you can take this job and shove it.
It was filthy and smelled like - well like grease,
and had brewery type labels on the front.
But nice and sturdy, big deep pockets.
Pockets to hold me some metholateum.
I just put some 'stitchies snippets' over the logos.
p.s. I am liking the p.s. think lately, did you notice?
p.s.s. The items strewn in the background have been hosed off and are going to the show with us.
p.s.s.s. I hope it doesn't rain too much.
p.s.s.s.s. I still use metholatum every night..lips..and nostrils. I love that word nostrils. And I have personally witnesses my sisters do the same thing. Always lips then nostrils. That order is important.
Oh wonky little stitchies.
How I love making you.
My 4-H teacher would be uneasy with these.
Does anyone do 4-H anymore?
I had 4-H for Diary and Sewing.
I loved them both.
My sewing teacher was Margaret Smith.
She was a stickler.
I won blue ribbons.
She would have a heart attack seeing these wonky stitches and frayed ends.
One time I sat down in church by her and she flipped up the hem of my newly made dress to see if I had used the 'blind hem stitch' exactly like she had taught me. Maybe I should have been upset - by her flipping up my dress, but I knew she liked me and she wanted me to learn and I was not upset, even though I clearly remember it.
I think because my Mom taught me to respect her and see the good and not be upset.
To this day, I am just not easily offended.
My Mom was a stickler.
"Look for the good."
"See the positive."
"Recognize that people are seldom ill-intended."
Recently I was home visiting Mom - a lady at church was offensive.
I mean really offensive.
After church, I commented to Mom about it.
Mom said, "Oh, I think we are so happy she is coming to church we don't mind."
Mom - you are still doing it.
Because of Mom - I like to hope I have earned a few blue ribbons in my life, about life.
Oh take and seal it.
From my favorite hymn.
My favorite line from my favorite hymn.
We have been thinking about the fount of blessings.
That - and hearts that need repair,
Repaired for whatever reason.
And the master physician that has promised to heal all our hearts.
And wipe all our tears.
Thank you for stopping by to read my blah blah blog.
Thank you for sweet comments.
Thank you for encouragement.
Really...thank you.
Feeling like these girls today.
I bit disheveled.
The show was fun.
The best part was having these two fine gentlemen hanging around and visiting.
Because son #1 has an iPhone he could work from my booth - now how cool is that?
Speaking of iPhones.
I don't really like my iPhone...............I LOVE IT!
In addition to my 'things' being well received, I met great people and
made some good network connections for some future 'opportunities'
One neighbor even said..."You are a welcome addition to this show." Now how nice was that?
Snapped these cute girls looking at the found paper journals.
Typical.
That was fun.
This show has 300 vendors (only 10 NEW ones - and I was lucky enough to
be one of them - yahoo!) there was crafts and real live ART of every
variety.
Including my kiddy-corner neighbor.
He sold antlers with metal leaves and tea lights to adorn them.
(A long shot photo...he has a sign requesting no pictures, please.)
You may be inclined to guffaw..or titter...or laugh.
Well - he is laughing all the way to the bank today..he sold "THINGS" all day long.
People like them there antlers and metal leaves with tea lights...so romantic..don't ya think?
If you check HIS blog - he probably has a picture of his weird kiddy-corner neighbor that sold 'rags and old paper'.
I love this world we live in....in all it's variety.
If you are interested in one...and don't live here where you can come to the Custers Show - send me an email or comment and we'll talk.
No, really.
You know that feeling you have on Dec 15th?
Like one million ideas finally come to mind - the ideas you wanted in October when there was time to make them?
I know you know that feeling.
Wel l l l l l l l ....
When I originally signed up for the art and craft show
I had many things to take and just thought it would be great to have one more show this season.
No sweat - really.
Then...
This book.
I love old books..old religious books are a favorite.
And this is an old Catholic school book.
And THIS picture!
Is that just the most amazing Thanksgiving picture?
Mercy, me.
When I went to Kinko's to see if I could make copies - I was told because of the date, I could make copies - no problem.
So...
I love this picture. I love the 'thanking' part.
I feel this way.
So humble.
So blessed.
So thankful.
So why the December 15th feeling?
I also found a couple really great Christmas pictures.
Blessed....and BUSY.
My new favorite banner.
Love this look especially on the old wooden cupboard.
(overcast and foggy - so pictures are...well we will call them 'winter' pictures)
This cupboard is a delight.
Notice the plywood inserts in the door - the grain - goes in different directions.
My kind of 'make-do' cabinet maker.
I think 'making-do' has gone out of fashion.
I quite like it however.
But only in some areas of my life.
Going to the dentist this morning....I'd rather be poked in the eye with a stick - but I do hope this dentist will do some of his finest work today.
Some man crawling around in my mouth with his big hands - doing things I can't see - putting one of those squeaky dams in my mouth and then making it worse by putting on rubber gloves and squeaking about in my mouth - trying to carry on a conversation - coming at me with a drill - and then 'covering up' his work with a crown just makes me nervous.
And just who in the heck thought of calling it a crown, I'd like to know.
Near as I can tell....it has nothing to do with being a Princess.
Oh - I know...it costs as much as a crown.
Coming home to work in the Magic Room - will be my reward.
Just how many banners will I need to make to buy my very own 'crown''?
(Oh my, this sounds like a rant and rave - well, if the shoe fits.)
Stumble It!