Friday, January 31, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
working on designs for Valentine's day. So... ladies... are hand crocheted lace necklaces a gift you would appreciate? Should I bother making a few? I was thinking they might be good in black. Any input appreciated...
Monday, January 20, 2014
Getting back to normal... eventually
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Flea Market Update
Well... I've now been here for 10 days straight, between moving and customers... I'm ready to take a nap.
But, I also ended with a few new items... somehow... here's what I put on craigslist today... a vintage pram...
Friday, January 17, 2014
Black trees stretched up to catch the full moon in vain, tje black cat came to rub against my ankles, and I thought to myself that this made perfect Halloween weather.
And then I heard the hoo hooooo hoo hoo of an owl calling through the pre-dawn. Like most Americans, I certainly know what an owl is, but you don't encounter them that much. Primarily because they're out at night, in the dark and you just can't see them.
But this time of year, many birds are establishing territories, and this owl was calling, repeatedly. Always in that four part note. Hoo hooooo, hoo hoo.
And then, I saw him. At the very top of a tree in a neighbors yard, perched on a branch that you wouldn't think would hold anything that size, he was sitting with only the slightest of head movement betraying that he was alive. He called a few more times, then took flight over my head, and i saw his pointed wings shadowed against a cobalt sky before he disappeared to the east.
Then, further south, obviously a distance away, I very faintly heard another hooting call.
I'm going to have to do some research to try to identify the species... not a barn owl, as they don't hoot as much as screech is a rather blood curdling manner, and the horned owl has a warble in their hoot I didn't hear... but I did feel honored to see this denizen of the night.
Many people live their entire lives without once even hearing their call... and even those out in the country may only hear their voice and never catch a glimpse of the bird itself.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
I'm not ignoring y'all, I promise.
Here's the deal... one of my co-venders at the flea is, for various reasons, unable type be at the market every weekend... so it all started by me running her booth for her for a split of the proceeds. Well, it turns out that I'm able to sell things better than she is. So she suggested that I just move my stuff into her booth, then continue selling her stuff and mine at the same time, which is more convenient as I won't be running back and forth all day.
So, I've spent the entire week rearranging and putting stuff into this booth. My nerves are shot... and I've been neglecting my blog because I'm exhausted. One more day of all this...
But what is really working my nerves is that my co vendors son, who was engaged to the managers daughter, broke up with her for reasons that I'm not entirely clear on, and in the midst of moving furniture, goods, and what all, I've also had to loudly maintain that I DONT GIVE A DAMN, to both parents, at least 3 times a day.
I think everybody has gotten the clue now. Finally.
I need a purely therapeutic alcoholic beverage.
Monday, January 06, 2014
Friday, January 03, 2014
Just some stuff from the flea.
Well... first, bottles with crocheted lace. Good for rooting plants or hanging in thekitchen with fresh herbs.