Not just my favorite TV show, community is sticking it out at the market during a downpour.
Items may be spread out on towels in my living room–hoping they’ll dry out properly–but it’s going to be good to go through everything when I repack it all.
I’m seemingly mind-numbingly tired. I’m blaming this cuddly kitten. She’s always trying to talk me into being lazy loungey.
I actually made it home from post-market Redmond in time to listen to “Says You” on KUOW. The show makes me feel not quite as clever as I fancy myself to be, but I dig their nerdy humor.
It was an odd day at the market. In the morning my brother said vendors were “drizzling” in. Indeed they were, as if to mirror the weather. Shoppers drizzled in as the day progressed. They were followed by a blustery afternoon. I can’t think of a better way to have tested out the pvc canopy weights Grant C. made for me. Yea!
Noel, of Noel’s Beautiful Life, popped by to say hi. Again, having an etsy shop entered into the conversation. I think If I ever do, I’ll start with my brother’s artwork. Maybe some scrabble tiles or cards that feature his paintings. So much to link about.
And Maddie popped by too. I was told there was some disappointment about my absence from the market last week, but I think the dolphin pendant I had waiting for her helped ease the pain.
This is short, so short, but I’ve a long week ahead of me. I’m eager to zone out just a little before picking up mom tomorrow and then heading to Beer Fest with the Eastside Ponders. It should be a good day.
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p.s. Thank you, “Says You,” for teaching me that a tussie-mussie is small bouquet.
I did not double check to see that the temperature was set just so. As disappointing as it is to see two hours of work charred and ruined, it’s still kind of interesting to see the alien blobs some of them became.
How do I love crystal clay? Let me count the ways! I love this stuff. I particularly like the owl’s eyes.
This was my first weekend away form the Redmond Saturday Market. Even though I didn’t get out of bed until 8 a.m. yesterday–a Saturday rarity–I still woke up feeling a little sad. I really miss that place when I not there. And, I think my decision to take this week off resulted in my first market nightmare of the season. The highlight: None of my resin cured and was all gooey. I couldn’t believe I’d actually hauled it to the market with the intent of selling it.
It’s times like this, with so much to do, that I can’t help but think about the fairy tale “The Elves and the Shoemaker.” I love the idea of going to sleep only to find, upon waking, that everything has been done for me. So far they’ve yet to materialize, no matter how much there is to do. Sigh … a girl can hope, can’t she. Even if they just did a blog post now and then so that my page didn’t languish. Maybe the only kind of elves are the cobbler and Keebler varieties. (And heaven knows that Slinky has made it very clear that her only job is be look adorable and be loved.)
Even with the extra time at home, the weekend wasn’t nearly as productive as I’d hoped. That is, I did a lot, but can never seem to tackle the stacks of papers and piles of beads and beading supplies that make up the landscape of my living room. Today I made two batches of cookies—in one I used some of the Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter to avoid having to eat it all with a spoon. (Many thanks to Sugarcrafter.net for the recipe.) The barista at my local coffee shop helped out with the oatmeal I needed. I paid him in cash then gave him cookies on top of that. Total win-win situation.
Aside: the shop was hosting a block printing demo. I have to wonder if the Sizzix could be used to do small-scale block printing. I’ll have to look into that.
After the cookies there was laundry, resin, getting two orders ready to mail and more stripey clay bracelets. Someday I’ll be a wiz with clay. Babysteps … I did play with some neon colors. I wish I knew why I’m so enamored with neon these days.
Now I’ve got the self-clean action on the over going, laundry in the dryer and the dishwasher running. Sounds like a recipe for blowing a fuse. At least I know that with Slinky on my lap, it won’t be one of mine.
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