Rebekaha

A DIY Gift-a-palooza

2011-11-17T20:30:00.000-08:00

What I've been up to is no longer a secret. (Not that it ever really was but..)

A dear friend had a little holiday boutique and asked if I had anything to sell..well, of course.

The above is a little sampling. I love a good diy gift, so I thought I'd share. You have something like 30+ days until Christmas. (No pressure.)

A pillow made from my stash of feedsacks, some scaps, and a Stampin' Up set I've had forever. No tutorial really, but google diy pillow and a million results will come back. Takes about 1/2 hour to sew.

An oilcloth change purse, I used this tutorial.

Again, easy peasy.

DIY Gift wrapping kit; a few deco-d clothespins, some bakers twine, and tags.

(Did I mention I loved kraft paper wrapped presents?)

Tags are pretty simple but you download mine here.

As a self-titled artist, I love this quote by Joyce Myers:

"A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere."

What a simple gift for your artist friends, a teacher, an entreprenuer, or a plain old doodler.
I altered some pencils (here's a great tutorial using paper) with a bit of washi and glitter tape, and made the envelopes.

You can download the envelopes here.

Don't get me started on washi tape--I'm sooooooo addicted.

Try etsy, or http://www.cutetape.com%20if%20you/

(...consider this your warning on pretty tape addiction.)

Acrylic paint has never really been on my radar. That is, until I ran across this class.
I loved the original, and mine turned out great. I want to make a million more.

A great girlfriend gift.

{It's official. Now, I'm a Brave Girl addict, too.}

And of course, I try to journal on a weekly basis...page 13 in progress.
This pages is about stitiching and life. A 16 square life sampler...

You can make your own art journal too. (Link to the class I took...)
I'd love another filled with someone else's thoughts.

Get crackin'--you can do this. Make something.

Geek Girl Artistry

2011-10-25T18:52:00.000-07:00

{Get your very own printable version here.}

Very much still in burn-out (or on the verge of anyways) mode.

I love to design. And I love to learn. Hmmm...learn design.

Today, I set out on trying to learn how to use a clipping mask in my graphics program.

(I don't have Photoshop. Santa, are you listening?)

I run across tutorials for PS and then I have to try and figure out a way to do the same things in Paint Shop Pro. (The ghetto version of PSP--only because I think the license was $47 vs. $470.)

So Ghetto Graphic Designers, your geekery for today:

-a clipping mask tutorial for Paint Shop Pro.

{The word "fork" in the above was a sucess in clipping mask action.}

-a lesson in installing/using PS .abr brush files in PSP.

Besides that....

I've been creating a little......"Paris" (it's an oldie, but a goodie)

And the "Found & Bound Workshop": An e-course in Art Journaling..

I think you can still sign up for the class--there's a little banner on the right side of this blog to take you to the "guru of art journals."

{Page 10..."Smart girls are beautiful." Especially when they wear their glasses.}

{Page 4. The first page I ever did....I feel like this 6/10ths of every day.
I hear the song..."Take me away..to a better place..." every Monday-Friday when I enter my very grey cube.}

{Page 9.."Free of Blah, Blah, Blah...especially like the blue lipstick, (or hair :)}

{The cover--bound by yours truly with waxed cord a la some ancient Japanese bookbinding techniques.}

I'm off to do some more geekery....and meditate.

Monday: Mental Health Day

2011-10-10T16:32:00.000-07:00

After devouring one of my fave magazines yesterday, I came across this sentence from an "Are You on the Road to Burnout?" article:

"It's not that you aren't a caring, compassionate person; it's just that you hate everyone. "

Yep. Pretty much sums it up.

In light of this, I declared today a mental health day and decided to do what I do. Drink coffee, read blogs, and glue the hell out of something.

(Only after I waste some significant life hours on Pinterest...you can follow me here, if you like. )

I saw this photo on a blog I read, pinned it, and got down to business...

{Photo courtesy of Allison @ Little Lovelies}

They turned out soooooooooo very cute. While my head was occupied (in a zen-like) state trying not to hot glue my fingers together, I had an idea.

I think we've talked about my obsession with lovely packaging before..and nothing has changed.

These little bookmarkers would make such a cute gift.

{And please don't start the old e-reader spiel. I like real pages, broken spines, notes in the margins, passages highlighted, the smell of the paper, and the whole idea of a real book. Get off my ass. I'm on the road to burnout. Talk to me about the Nook another day.}

Where were we? Oh yes, such a cute gift but presentation is essential when giving a handmade present.

A library card! Yes, attach these little lovelies to an old library card. A special library card that I have designed. A little library card to go with your little lovelies that I am going to share with you!

{Download Library Card Template here}

For the perfect gift for the old school reader in your life:

-Go make your bookmarks. It's felt, hot glue, and paperclips.

-Download and print the library card. I used vanilla-ish colored card stock to print it out on.
-Punch a small hole in the side of the card and clip your book mark to it.

-I found this "Library Card Pocket" template that you could make for you card.

If you are going to use this pocket, the card fits pretty tight. So trim off as much as you can when you cut the library cards apart. Yes, Part of the little girl's body will get cut off. Just follow the lines, it'll be ok.

-For that most special reader, tuck a bookstore gift card in the pocket with the library card. And/or some homemade bookplates...I like these, but I'm sure there are freebies everywhere.

I'd say a successful (if not perfect) mental health day.

I'll leave you and myself this one final reminder:

{Via Lindsey TePastte Kloeckner on Pinterest}

If you say you are, then maybe you become it.

2011-08-25T07:34:00.000-07:00

Here's a lesson...

If you believe in yourself, title yourself, and write about whatever your expertise is in, then one day you actually become it to other people.

As I was following the tangents of the web, I came across a blog.

A blog where a woman takes daily pictures of her outfits she's put together.

This woman's blog bio reads she is a "style and body image expert". Her expertise is "leg lengthening."

{The pictures in this post are all from her daily journals though I've blacked out her face}

Now, I'm all for pursuing dreams, but there needs to be a level of natural ability if you are going to claim the "expert" title.

In my humble opinion, here's my take on how we can get her to that level.

Outfit #1-(far left) The White Tank

It appears as if Mary (I need a name, not her real one.) is a shorter woman. To fix this outfit:

-The Tank top is the problem--way (too big!) looks like she's drowning in it.
-the heavy shoe is cutting her off at the ankles, shortening her legs

Outfit#2-Navy Ensemble

To fix:
-Once again, the top is too big around the hip/thigh area adding bulk. This one is better than the white tank. I would add a wide belt to help cinch it in.

-The capri length is shortening her legs again--

-Too matchy, matchy; a necklace in a contrasting color or texture would give her a bit more pizazz.

Outfit #3-The Olive Bag

-Again, the length of those cropped pants and too heavy shoes coupled with the (again) too large shirt is leaving me wondering if she looks at the pictures before she posts. I'd scrap this entire ensemble and start again. (The bag is cute but I'd ditch the heavy necklace with this neckline and trade it in for a dainty little wrap necklace.)

Outfit#4-The Hot Yellow Mess

It seems to me that Mary wanted to wear her yellow trimmed shoes so badly that she threw all rules to the wind. This is definitely the least flattering of the 4.

The a-line of the yellow shirt peeking out under the jacket is creating the "balloon" effect on her hips. Again, the pant length,and tightness of the legging are creating the "lollipop" shape and her heavy shoes, once again, do nothing for her.

Now, here's where Mary got it right.........

-This navy dress actually fits her and creates a slim silhouette. The jacket hits her at her slimmest part, but doesn't bell out to add girth to her hips. The obi belt adds the pizizzle.

-The skirt is hitting her slightly above the knee (lengthening her legs) and the pop of red on her feet pull the entire outfit together.

-This one too....the "right above the knee" does wonders for her. And the "cinched" waist makes her look teeny, tiny. The boots (although heavy) are a great complimentary color and give her a polished look.

Thank you,

Rebekah A., stylist and blog author

{Believe me yet?}

Prom Dress Re-Design

2011-05-08T08:06:00.000-07:00

Many times I create a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes in my head and then can never find the real thing. I have passed this gene onto my daughter.

As the window of opportunity passed for ordering a prom dress or finding one that Little Miss could deal with, we found ourselves (as always) scrambling for something. "Mom, I think I'm just going to have to settle." Well, yes, my dear. Prom is in 2 weeks and we have today.

We drove to the nearest mall, found a bridal store that guarantees that they will not sell the same dress to anyone at your school, and sifted through the meager 30 dresses left in their inventory.

We found 2-a beautiful blue one with a price tag of $500 and this one.

The zipper was ripped, the clasp in the back was missing. But the price tag reflected the defects with a big red slash through it.

"Ok, baby girl. Let's put our thinking caps on. We CAN fix this." We proceeded to dream up the ways we could alter this into perfect.

Unlike Cinderella, I don't have any little mice to help me. But that big bow had to go. Cutting off anything from a piece of clothing could have disastrous results and the budget of dollars and/or time just didn't allow another purchase. (And the bow was attached to the back seam of the dress--yikes!)

Go big or go home, right?

So off with the thing, with the help of some really sharp scissors.

After a few tries, (ahem, a satin sash dyed gone bad) she settled on a piece of silk ribbon we made into a belt and an old brooch from a box of junk jewelry.

Fixed the clasps and the zipper. And hidden by the mane of hair, I fashioned two lacey straps from lace hem tape.

The results? Lovely. {And a happy daughter not needing to constantly pull up her dress.}

Regional Dialect Meme

2011-04-21T20:58:00.000-07:00

I love languages, accents, etc so when I saw this little project via Tumblr, thought I would give it a shot.

So Minnesotan of us and it's really interesting to hear what different people call different things in different parts of the country:

Mine here: {Boy, do I look like crap}

Big Mister played too while I cut into his valuable t.v. time: {Note the increased volume on the tv--jeez.}

Here's the text if you'd like to play too:
Say these words:Aunt, Route, Wash, Oil, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Sure, Data, Ruin, Crayon, Toilet, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Spitting image, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Syrup, Pajamas, Caught

Now answer these questions:
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is the bug that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Here's wishing you sunshiny rainy days.

2011-03-28T18:28:00.000-07:00

Here's a little known fact. I always wanted to be a hair stylist.

At the time, I thought there was no virtue in attending beauty school. The dumb girls went to cosmetology college and I was no dummy.

Seems to me, now, that a good stylist is really hard to come by. Through personal experience {and trial and error} there is a great need to be properly educated in this craft.

Guess the joke is on me.

Five Finger Tippy Tuva's (as my kitchen salon is dubbed} probably won't make the Aveda salon list but....I can still dream and try. (And collect images of pretty hair.)

via Glamour

This one makes me wish I was one of those dollies we had--the one where you pull her hair and it magically grows.

via Marth Stewart

The perfect shade of red and the perfect bang sweep.

Via The Sartorialist

She looks so cute-the very perfect hairdo. I've always envied dark curly Italian hair. So thick. So unlike my very fine straight locks.

Twiggy--I think she is absolutely beautiful.

And Paris, though I don't personally enjoy her has the cutest hair when it's short. I think I'm just mildly obsessed with SJP but I love her hair here. The whole ensemble is inspiration worthy.

Sense a trend here? Me too but I look terrible as a blond.

Window Shopping-Excursion 1

2011-03-09T09:19:00.000-08:00

I caught Suze on public television during a Glee commercial last night. I heard her say, “Live below your means.” I just tallied expenses for tax purposes and man, the $13 here and the $15 there add up into thousands in a year. And if I want to get rid of this "big girl" job, I need to make a plan.

I bet Suze is not obsessed with good design. She for sure doesn’t buy crap just because it has great packaging. And she definitely does not have a stash of crafting supplies that could double as a scale model of Mount Saint Helen.

No, Ms. Orman is probably free from “cute shit” addiction.

This author, I’m afraid, needs to enroll herself into a 12 Step program----I can’t quite put my finger on just what it is, but I’ve come to understand that a bow on anything can drive me over the edge.

Thanks to Google Reader, I have saved the price of a yearly magazine subscription or 2. (or 3, or 6) but now I'm innundated with images of great shit every day, every hour.

What’s a girl to do? Especially a girl who loves expensive perfume, really good coffee, and can’t pass a Barnes & Noble without salivating.

Well, she can window shop. (And collect all the images into a wish list that perhaps her mister friend will peek at before her birthday on May 24th.)

Ms. Kidston, please stop.

Frederic, you, and that Barney friend of yours are indeed killing me.

Dreams of jersey knit tops with a boatneck and 3/4 length sleeves, designed by yours truly.

I know, it's just tape. Pretty tape. Japanese washi tape but when you want the trio in every color....

and the twine to go with it, it's a prime example of this sickness.

And yet another fragrance. I don't even know what this one smells like, the bottle had me hello.

Tom, Glitter and philanthrophy? Yeah, here's my credit card number.

Send me one of each. Size 8 please.

Anthro, I do not need one more reason to stay in bed longer than I should. Does the outdoor space come with it?

Wow, that was fun. Did it help? Maybe.

"The Space Between Us"

2011-02-21T17:16:00.000-08:00

"The Space Between Us" by Thrity Umrigar.

I am silently drawn to books written about Indian culture. (Like Mumbai, India Indian culture.)

I'm fascinated by the descriptions of things I've never eaten or places I've never been. Indian authors (or the 2 I have read thus far- "A Fine Balance" by Rohinton Mistry was another) have this uncanny ability to transport their readers into the streets of their stories.

I can actually taste the dust in the "jhodpadpattis", smell the urine running through the streets, and feel the greasy heat. Hell, they even trust their readers to define their Indian words. A jjhodpadpatti is a slum, I think.

I recently finished Thrity's book and true to form, she wrote and I got to travel with her.

I read Bhima's story but above all, the "About the Author" pages is what I really want to share...

I might not know what a Parsi is vs. a Hindu, but I do know that Thrity the author is a smart woman.

Excerpts from her "Words to the Wise to the Would-Be Writer":

#1 : "Remember, it is possible to have a perfectly happy and balanced life without ever writing a book. You can take up less dangerous pursuits such as snowboarding, or skydiving, instead. In other words, give yourself permission not to write."

2: " If you are a true writer, you will find what I said laughable. Because for you, writing is a way of surviving in the world, the medium through which you make sense of your life."

#7: "Saying that you don't have time to write is an excuse. The fact is nobody has time to write, other than the miniscule number of writers who make their living from writing full-time. Most writers make the time to write. Their lives are no easier or less busy than anyone else's. They too have dentists appointments and kids who need trips to the emergency room and pets who puke in the kitchen and gardens that have to be watered and weeded. The difference between writers and non-writers is just that writers write. Non-writers talk about wanting to write."

I really want to have lunch with this woman.

Inspired Mini-Book

2011-02-03T20:02:00.000-08:00

After I read this, I promptly added it to my list of "to-trys". If you didn't click the link, it's a little mini book of art.

Last Sunday, I pullled out my scraps and got down to business. Cutting and pasting business.
I thought I would share with you my version...Click the photo to get a bigger look.

Once, you cut, print, and fold (according to these directions), you have a little 4 page book that measures about 2" by 1.5". Blue Girl's was birthday themed, mine is to remind me of a few things I sometimes forget.

On a completely separate note:

I value humor. It's essential to my survival. I sent an email to a friend the other day. We share electronic quotes back and forth and a serious love of Glee.

Our last email ended this way....

"P.S. You think there’s a job out that there that needs an obsessed quote regurgitator?"

His response:

"Actually that job was filled- magnetic poetry. "

Happy Weekend-do something you love. Or, laugh. Better yet, try both.

Pity Party for One, Please

2011-02-02T21:30:00.001-08:00

Somedays, life seems unfair; you're the square peg in the round hole.

Sometimes, on these days, the universe sends you a message. Your job is to pay attention.

Dear Unique Girl,

The very thing that may make you stand out, make you feel peculiar, and maybe even sometimes a little bit like an outcast -- is probably the thing in your life that will have the most impact on others, as well as yourself.

If you are different, embrace it. If you stand out from the crowd, stand a little taller.If your message is new and strange, shout it from the rooftops.Most history-making, life-improving, world-beautifying people were the people who were thought of as strange, bold, and peculiar.

You are one of those amazing big-souled, incredibly brave wonder-women. Of course you stand out from the crowd!And we are so thankful that you do.

Keep shining, you beautiful soul.xoxo

Click Here to Get Your Very Own Brave Girls Email

Ok, then. Carry on.

Top 3 Lessons of Being a Small Business Owner

2011-01-28T11:35:00.000-08:00

Typically, this blog is filled with photos of my latest artistic/life pursuits and maybe you could say this post is applicable to that but I can't help but hear my mind repeating...

"If you always do what you've always done, you are always gonna get what you've always gotten."

I've been a small business owner for almost 2 years now and I've learned quite a few things about business and myself. There is something both insanely invigorating and begrudgingly exhausting about owning your own business. There are lessons to be learned and to be shared. There are many lessons still to come-lessons I'm sure that will knock me on my "tukes" and lessons that will leave me floating (for a very short time, I'm positive) in sheer satisfaction

If you are contemplating opening a retail store or if you are in the midst of it and need another idea, perhaps my learnings will help.

1.) Before you do anything; know who you are, what you are capable of, what jazzes you, and what defeats you. Make a list. Check it twice. Be honest with yourself. Then make a list of the qualities you believe make for a successful business owner. If you don't have them all, find someone who does. Be patient with yourself but leave no stone unturned. It's ok to ask for help. Find yourself (or create) a group of people who share your passion, your work, and can help you (even if the help is just listening) when the going gets tough. Make a list of your personal cheerleaders and use them often. This gig is not for wimps.

2.) Shopping is more than exchanging money. I could write this whole post from just this lesson. I'll use a specific example of "what not to do" to illustrate this point. Shopping is a very sensory experience. Your shop should provide "delight" not "dismay".

Your shop should not:

-Be without light. Proverbial and literal light. If there is a dark corner, buy a lamp. If the wall color sucks the life out of you, buy some paint. If you are not infusing the place with your own "light", see Lesson #3.

-Smell like a wet basement. For $10, there are numerous "plugin" devices at your disposal. Your shop should smell like a clean house. Your customers are your guests, would you invite guests for dinner if your house wasn't in tip top shape?. If you sell clothing (which we do), the shop should definitely not smell like old garage sale clothes.

-Contain handwritten signs ripped out of an old notebook. Ditto on the signage with mispelled words and grouchy sentiments. IE, this example is pretty much a guarantee that I will never return. "If you try on close, put them back. I'm not your maid."

-Make customers feel like they have no idea what you are selling. I'll use the clothing example again since it's what I know. Upon entry into your shop, it should be apparent that you sell clothes. A customer should feel inspired by the displays, feel comfortable touching and trying things on, know where the dressing rooms are, and be able to easily manuever around. If your shop is multi-level, the "good stuff" should be on the street level. And make sure your customers know that there is another level to look at. Make them want to climb the steps to find the treasures you have to offer. Nothing should look like an afterthought.

3.) A shopowner must be "ON". ALWAYS. I'm an introvert. I know I am most comfortable and efficient when I am working and playing in my own head. However, when the situation deems it necessary, I can swing to the other side. If you can't swing, then don't even open your doors by yourself.
One of the hardest things to do sometimes is to be "On" when you're not. You're worried about your finances, your husband is driving you nuts, your kids are sending you to the brink--and now you have to be "nice."

Your customers are not only buying your inventory--they are buying "You." Negativity is not becoming--and your customers should never feel it. In your shop or from you in the community. You can still be stressed without being rude. Put on your shopowner face and make your customers feel welcome.

You should never under any circumstances:

-Take a phone call when you are checking out a customer.

-Yell at anyone in customer earshot. This includes frustrating phone calls with a vendor who just doesn't get it. Leave the shop, take the call at home, whatever.

-Let a customer enter your shop without greeting them

-Let a customer exit your shop without thanking them-Even if they didn't make a purchase.

-Judge a book by it's cover. All people , even if they don't appear your "target" customer, matter.

-Make someone feel like they are bothering you.

-Say, " I dunno." It's your shop, you know. It's your town you're working in, make it your priority to know. Know 2 places to eat, 2 more shops to stop at, where the nearest gas station is with an ATM, and the cross streets that your shop sits on.

3 lessons is enough for today, we'll pick up where this left off. I'm in the market for question answering if you need it, so don't hesitate to leave a comment or email me.

October, November Life Musings.

2010-11-18T13:45:00.000-08:00

October, November Life Musings.

It’s been a hell of a long time, so let’s see how I can pick back up. Because I’m not really into disappointment, the following will contain, as is customary, complete un-relevance to any one topic:

-It’s starting to change seasons here in the Midwest and since it’s already cold and dark before supper time, my motivation has taken on the same characteristics as the sun. Non-existent, short lived, and lacking in warmth.

Eat your heart out Emma (Glee fans, you know Emma).

This one turned out and I want to make 100 more. Here's the tutorial if you'd like to give it a shot---and here's my version below.

Completely obsessed with this shirt ever since I saw this episode: (I did die.) The bow tie reminds me of Chanel. Maybe it is.

And this, the entire ensemble:
Believe it ladies-Kmart. Say what?

And recreating this entire catalog: I mean really, why is this necklace $178??

What else?

Oh, I whipped this up the other day--there was a Liberty of London wallet at Target that I didn't buy when it was available and now I could seriously kick myself. This is not feeding the want...but

Oh, and here are our pumpkins from Halloween. Everyone was just "over" carving pumpkins ("over" being said in the sassiest teenage voice), so big Mister and I just did it anyway. I think little mister was regretting his decision to be too cool since he asked me if I needed help about 10 times and didn't leave the table the whole time.

These are also a testament to our marriage and personal styles. His is on the right--always has to pick a huge pumpkin, and elaborately carve some art. I, on the other hand, love a white pumpkin and something both easy and recognizeable to carve. A semi-twisted traditionalist and a perfectionist.

Huh?

Again, random as ever. I'm off to take a class in jewelry making-with Miss Persnickety. Another great combo (sarcasm, here)--- she loves good quality metal, real pearls, and chunks of gems that I won't even begin to try to spell. Then there's me,the ghetto girl, who loves anything plastic, gaudy, rusted, or rhinestoned.

She'll probably want to kill me or at least educate me in the quality of sterling silver (again) by the end of the class...I'll share.

Tata fir now.

Cages or Wings?

2010-09-21T18:38:00.001-07:00

I finished! A few months ago, I ordered this kit, from this talented lady.

Each day, (or each week), I would sit down and do one square. Much like this project that I spoke of here (which Amy also taught), the stitching makes your inner self still. I can literally feel my heart rate slow when I'm doing something creative

I altered mine a bit to make up for a few of my mistakes. (I.E. I lost 2 of the 3 beads for the nest, my birds look semi-dodo-ish) and to add a little bit of me into the design. The phrase (I'm still mastering the backstitching of letters, any tips?) the kit suggested was "Home Sweet Home".

I chose, "Cages or wings?" Little miss sang this song last year in show choir, and I'd choke up every time. ......"Cage or wings, which do you prefer? Ask the birds." It's from the musical Tick, Tick, Boom and they really hit in that special place somewhere between my head and my stomach. Needless to say, I'd like to set my default choice to wings.

My favorite square is the little house...reminds me of home. And our first little house on the hill. The daisy chain embroidery stitch (the green nest, and the white flowers were made with this) are really easy to do and they add a texture that backstitching could never, never do.

I foresee the daisy embroidered on a few sweaters. Am I turning 80??? I want to make more using something special for each square.

Anyone have any free time they aren't using they'd like to borrow to me?

Born in A Barn and Other Random Thoughts

2010-09-07T09:32:00.000-07:00

Everytime we buy a lottery ticket, we have the same discussion. Much like the rest of the gambling world, we play "Just what would you do?"

I want to live in a barn. An old, stone and leaf covered place. Acreage with huge trees and sun that rises to peek into my kitchen windows. A dusty old place with pockmarked floors and a fireplace where the mantle starts at my forehead.

A place for a studio high in the rafters. A home that smells like apple pie and clean linen sheets.

So, now that working for the sole purpose of making money is over-what then?

-Sewing classes. To make replicas of these:

-Time for creating

Just the beginning of the Big list. And sorry to say, no winning numbers this week.

A Rebekaha inspired by Julie the Great

2010-08-28T13:52:00.000-07:00

After reading about Julie Nutting and being beyond inspired (check her gallery here), I've been wanting (dying to, actually) try my hand at paper couture.

Here's my version....

The Marilyn

2010-08-10T16:53:00.000-07:00

1. 8-12-2007 b, 2. oh simple thing, 3. 54 / 365, 4. marilyn monroe, 5. XI , 6. marilyn monroe, 7. Untitled, 8. Lips Like Sugar, 9. thinking in moderation, 10. Yummy.

Lately, I've had this obsession with piercing my lip. Am I too old to do this? I think as long as you can do somthing with confidence, age doesn't matter.

I thought that, still do to a certain extent, but I've also seen lately some serious fashion no-no's from confident women trying to pull off too short skirts, and too tight shirts. Belly baring should be reserved for toddlers only. If you bend over and can feel a breeze-don't do it. Confidence or not, it looks plain dumb.

Sometimes I just want to bust out of my shell---die my hair blue, pierce my lip, stand up and tell the rudey tooties that they're just plain mean, tell the dude bragging about his 6+ figure income that I'm so unimpressed, say to the complainer to just please leave me alone that I don't care.

Will that then make me look just plain dumb? Will it make me sound rude? Will someone think less of me?

What am I so scared of? Does everyone have this longing to change it up?

A Few Weeks in Review

2010-07-20T18:55:00.000-07:00

There are days when I can think of nothing else than getting home to make something. The past few weeks have been filled with those kinds of days.

I saved about 20 tin trays from being garbage knowing that they could be something. Memo boards.

Remember the Parisian sugar spoons and my resin addiction? Yes, Magnets for the memo board.

I also hoard fabric scraps in the event that I may need them some day.

How about a bouquet of embellished pens?

The Stash received a plethora of t-shirts in June and July. Plain white t-shirts.

Not anymore-tried my hand at replicating JCrew t's from these plain tees.

And the Pièce de résistance (or pieces)--Heather's le petite chandelier workshop. I can't stop making these. So easy-zero soldering and they look fabulous on the patio.

I have an entire list of things on the docket..just never enough hours in the day. (..she says with a long sigh.)

The Story

2010-07-08T12:30:00.000-07:00

Big Mister and I a few years ago...

I've heard (or second-hand anyway) that there are those who wonder what my story is. We all have a story, way more interesting than mine, but I would suspect that most of us can hide the evidence of life events a little better.

It's been 15 years today since I've experienced what I'll refer to as Chapter 4 in my life. Seems like an appropriate day to answer the question for those people who are too chicken-y to ask. (Here's a growth moment for you if you are chicken-y, just ask. Really. It's ok.)

Go get a cup of coffee, this might be a long one.

Chapters 1 through 3 of my life were relatively crisis free. As you can see from these photos, there is (visually, anyway) nothing out of the ordinary.

1976-I was 2.

My 1st communion-1983. (One of 2 first communions I would have. Jeez.)

1993 Little Miss's first Christmas

Chapter 4 begins on a sunny day in July, on a crowded lake, in a little town in southern Minnesota.

On this particular day, I bargained. I believe my words were, "If you try kneeboarding, I'll try water-skiing."

Shit. Now really, I have a hard time walking and chewing gum at the same time. To think that I could possibly be successful at balancing on two 6" pieces of board, let alone two pieces of 6" board in motion, makes me crack up to this day.

Right, give it a shot. See what happens. You have to keep your end of the deal, klutzy girl.

I climbed (I use the term loosely) into the water on the side of the boat. Deathly afraid of water, dark smelly lake water, and the possibility of any fish even grazing my feet; I clung to the side of the boat. Did I really have to do this?

Someone threw me a ski. Still hanging onto the boat, I wrestled with the damn thing to get it on my foot. The laws of gravity, buoyancy, and balance, plus an utter lack of grace and experience make it extremely difficult to put a waterski on with one hand.

"Um, hun, you need to let go of the side of the boat and use both hands to get your skis on."

Yeah, yeah. I let go of the boat and dropped into the water.

At the same time as I grabbed the ski, I saw a yellow rope out of the corner of my eye.

Now I'm under the water, what the hell? I felt a pop and thought to myself, "Oh, oh. Think my arm is broken."

I popped back up on the other side of the boat. {Darn, I don't have to try this anymore.} I went to pull myself back up into the boat fully prepared to tell those ladies that all bets were off, I was done. Forget the bargain.

{Note: I hate horror movies. The blood, the gore-I am purposely withholding the details of what next occurred.}

I will, however, attest to the power of adrenaline. My fiance (whom I will share a 15th wedding anniversary with in October) picked me up out of that boat. As he grabbed me, my bikini bottom caught on the hook at the front of the boat where you might wind a rope. This man has me cradled in his arms, while I am tethered to this boat by a pair of nylon panties, and pulls me free. He then proceeds to sprint with me up a large hill (I would guess the incline to be 70 degrees) and deposits me gently on the grass to an awaiting EMT.

{This man and I are about the same height and I am not built like an anorexic super model. Adrenaline. Human super power juice.}

I was transported by ambulance to a local medical center 20 miles away. I, then,was lucky enough, to receive my first helicopter ride to another facility farther away.

I remember having a few thoughts in those hours:

-my fingernails were so long. (I used to bite so when I resisted the urge and actually had pretty nails I was conscious of their length. I polished them wishing that someday I would have pretty hands like my sister.)

-whoever is crouching over my face needs to take a shower. they were volunteers, but still...

-I'm so cold.

-Do you really have to cut this swimsuit off? I just bought it.

I woke up the next day, with my left arm bandaged so much that it resembled a club. Seriously, I could have played Bam Bam in the next Flinstones movie PLUS I would've saved them the cost of a prop. Over the next 5 days (or was it 7?) the phone rang alot, flowers arrived, and the buildings on the hospital's sundeck literally swayed when I looked at them.

(morphine, a different type of super power juice.)

My first memory of home was big mister and I (little miss was 2ish and present but without a clue as to where her mommy has been or why the hell can't her mommy pick her up anymore) sitting in the living room. Lots of silence and then a realization, and then...tears. Lots of them. From both of us.

Apparently, the tow rope from another boat got tangled with the tow rope of our boat. My left hand got in between the two. Simple physics. Something has to give. Apparently, nylon tow rope is much stronger than bone under stress. (I can see a commercial in there somewhere-ala Mighty Puddy.) It' s like tying a string around a piece of licorice. Pull the string as tight as you can and eventually the licorice will break.

At 21, my radial ulna had been severed beyond repair. I was given an additional hat to wear. This one was labeled, "Upper Extremity Amputee". Add it to the collection boys, lets get on with it.

After 15 years , I forget. I forget that I can check the "disabled" box. I forget that to others, it may appear as if I could use a hand. (ugh. sorry for that one.) I forget that I have an obvious souvenir of a trauma that may evoke curiosity from those around me.

There are 2 things I cannot do; pull my hair into a decent ponytail and play piano with both clefs in harmony. This could be because I have short hair and could never really play the piano well, or I could chalk it up to Chapter 4.

There are more than 2 things I do know for sure;
-there is a reason for everything even if it's purpose has not been revealed to you

-there is such a thing as unconditional love

-Olga is a terrible name for an occupational therapist

-wearing a prosthesis is hot

-humor and sarcasm are essential to my survival

-attitude really is everything

-you can change a diaper, get dressed, paint your fingernails, ties your shoes, type, sew, blog, and ride a bike only using one hand

-I can still feel all 5 of my fingers that are no longer there

-sometimes you have to lose to gain

-your life can change in one little instant

That's it, the nutshell...not so amazing. Just getting up every morning, trying to make the most of it.

Random. Very Random.

2010-06-27T15:18:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago my anal, organiz-y (she takes after my father) sister came to visit. In lieu of going to a movie, she offered (begged me, in fact) to help organize the studio. The studio had 12 square inches of floor showing, the rest had become a dumping ground for leftover Urban Market goods and projects just gone bad. I do not take after my father.

We organized and this shelf now holds every little supply I could ever need. I love to look at it.

Since I was taking pictures of the studio, thought I'd share this little find. Aren't they cute?

My inspiration board was off limits to my sissy. This is as close I can get to showing you what my brain looks like on the inside. I just work better with clutter. Where's Waldo books were made for people like us.

This weekend, I took a moment for myself. After reading this, I knew I had to take a roadtrip. The blue petticoat was seriously calling my name. The Atelier is one place I could get lost in. The best part, besides the lovely owner, is that she packages everything with love.

See?

My blue petticoat-tissue papered and wrapped in a satin bow. I can hardly stand it-reminds me of Cinderella.

Some vintage beads in a glassine bag again with the ribbon treatment. I don't even want to open the bag.

A hand stamped spoon, packed in a cream nest of tissue paper with...you guessed it, a bow. Cream and black, another color combination that I can never pass up.

These little spoons are directly from Paris--are you kidding? They are so cute. Like the size of my ring finger cute. I don't know if they're baby spoons or sugar spoons, but wrapped in a pink bow...I hardly care.

I didn't take a picture of the card, (you can see it in the above photo) but it struck something in me.

It says....

"Once she had her first taste of cotton candy, she was never quite the same."

It all makes sense now.

Where are you?

2010-06-12T07:50:00.000-07:00

I'm here. I am. Just immersed in my little corner of the world. The laundry may go undone but there is ALWAYS time to make something.

A few weeks ago, I took a jewelry class at a bead store in the area. There has never been a single iota of desire in me to create jewelry. That is, until I learned about resin.

Just a few samples we made in class. Now nothing is safe from being frozen in the crystal liquid.

If I could put little miss and mister in resin, I would. See the cupcake "non pareils"- I want to eat it.

They have these 2" bottlecaps at the bead store. I love the size and the possibilities are endless, don't you think?

Since resin crafting is a considerable time commitment, I also look for quickie projects to relax. Some people drink after a long day, some veg out in front of the tv-I glitter wooden beads.

The tutorial for this is here--along with lots of freebie graphics. Cathe is a crafting fairy.

Sometimes just looking at something can make you happy. Case in point, these little pieces of plastic send me to a very happy place.

Vintage stacking flowers..Get yours here. Or here.

Get to your happy place. now.

Union Jack and Beach Houses

2010-05-18T22:07:00.000-07:00

I've been unbelievably obsessed with all things containing the Union Jack Flag for about a year now.

I can also smell summer in the air which has me pining for a cabin, a retreat, a place without television or cell phones. A place full of dusty books, sandy floors, and soft, slightly stained, cotton quilts to curl up in.

The two go pretty well together.....in fact, in a perfect little corner of my mind lie these images.
The happy place....

So my friends, another graphic message....I' ll do the same.

Last Week in Review......

2010-05-05T19:40:00.000-07:00

Here are the chandeliers hanging in the gym (ahem, I mean, the Midnight Masquerade).

The total effect, lights off. I'm standing from the top most bleacher. I love the checkered floor.

The posing stations...4 of them. I guess you have to get your money's worth for the dress. Make sure the whole audience gets to see you.

It took 30 juniors, 12 mamas, 1 dad, and 1 prom advisor 8 hours to transform this place. Prom always sends me over the edge--tearing up at the very sight of my daughter. I have no idea what it is--I'm thrilled,proud, frightened, and worried all at the same time. Too many extremes to process effectively, I guess.

So if the chandeliers weren't enough, we remembered on Friday that we had yet to buy a garter. Only at times like this, can Little Miss be happy that her mother is a borderline hoarder. Of course I have the supplies to whip up a garter, and of course, I have just enough energy to make it for you.....

At 7:45 a.m., on the morning of prom, I was shaken awake. "Mom, do you want to come with me to my hair appointment?" Lord child, I just went to bed. I drug myself out of bed reminding myself that these times that she asks for my presence are few and far between.

The results? Breathtaking.

Sometimes I marvel at the fact that I gave birth to this child.

The smile was all worth it.

As if the day wasn't full enough, this little man turned into a teenager that same day.

This little Mayday elf came into the world at just 5lbs 1oz.

Now he is almost as tall as I am. In just a few years, I'll be in this same boat with him. Only I can pretty much guarantee that he won't drag me to the salon in the wee hours of the morning.

I can't get him to comb his hair, let alone cut it.

We officially are baby free in this house. Again the panic sets in.....what the hell am I going to do with the rest of my life?

Midnight Masquerade

2010-04-29T19:44:00.000-07:00

One Brand New Prom Dress with the tags still on, in the correct size. Craigslist for 1/3 of the retail price. Check.

One Sparkly Pair of Heels-Check.

One pair of gold chandelier earrings. Check.

One Prom Program-Check.

And the Mount Kilimanjaro of my tasks....

2 Large Chandeliers-Check. (Please note, the pictures don't do these justice. Cameras just don't translate glittery goodness very well.)

Lessons learned:
-Hula Hoops by themselves can not handle the weight of beads--even plastic ones. However, place the hula hoops on top of old umbrella bones and it's like magic.

Sometimes your imagination does not do structural engineering.

Less is never more when it comes to bling.

And when a dog has to go potty, he'll find you anywhere to let you know. (Even if you are trying to take an artsy picture laying on the floor underneath your newly created chandeliers.)

Tomorrow is decorating day at the high school and Saturday, yep, the big day. I'll share more soon......

Beginnings of the Life Soundtrack

2010-04-18T20:00:00.000-07:00

Been pretty quiet over here--just busy. Life, you know. That and I haven't been practicing the "No" word as much as I should be.

Music has the power to cure anything, so for now I'll just leave you with the start of the soundtrack of my life:

Promise I'll be back soon...taking another artist class but I've yet to start any projects. This week I have to devise a way to create 3, (yes, 3) 4' chandeliers for Little Miss's prom. I'll share when I'm done.

In the meantime, create your own life playlist---sing your favorite at the top of your lungs. It's better than wine... well, almost.

Thursday's Thought...

2010-03-11T14:45:00.000-08:00

Tuesday...

2010-03-09T19:58:00.000-08:00

Been feeling a titch overwhelmed so I thought I would share one of my "inspiration" blogroll finds...

I thought this was fantastic..found here.

The Alice Tag Swap

2010-02-26T15:30:00.000-08:00

After artist class and Teresa, I found myself wanting to do create more. I ran across this blogger who was hosting a tag swap----create 6 tags inspired by Alice in Wonderland. Now, I am a swap virgin, but we all have to do something once, right? I can't wait to see the little book I receive in the mail with other artists goodies.

Here are mine-

I'm a serious quote girl so I couldn't resist this dialogue from the book. It was the foundation for the rest of the tag.

Please keep in mind, I had to hand draw the "legs" because google just didn't give me much to use. I cut out 12 legs from my template and then 12 pairs of tiny black shoes. I feel carpal tunnel setting in.

And it just wouldn't be complete without a rhinestone would it? If Alice had rhinestones she probably could have used them to her advantage with the Queen.

I also am not a fan of making duplicates (hate to be a factory) so the first three were trials until I finally settled on something. I love the silk ribbon with her crepe paper shirt.

Now, I must get back to the Market and do some real work....open again in just 6 days.

Undercover.

2010-02-21T18:53:00.000-08:00

It's no secret that I spend my nights and weekends running the Market and the week days doing another job. I'm sure you've heard me say it before, but one job I do for money, the other for love.

Have you been watching this show? Undercover Boss. The president, or a member of the executive staff, spends a week undercover in the trenches of the company that he/she leads.

How many people go to a job each day hiding their passions in their back pocket?

It makes me wonder if we all ask ourselves, "How did I get here"? If I really care about X, why am I fighting for Y? We started on this path for a reason, but somewhere along the way the path sent us on this detour and we have no idea how to get back. We are now so far into the forest that turning back would be ridiculous. Going forward is the only way.

Undercover Boss isn't going to happen at every company, but what if we changed up the world a bit and redealt the career cards? What if those higher up someones would listen to every one of their employees? Think about the power of a company if all it's employess were motivated by something more than their paycheck? If all employees were in jobs that fueled their core? I think "clock-watching" would take on a new definition.

Three words-Sign me up.

Three more:" Corporate Sabbatical Fund." (CSF. Ever realize companies need to have an acronym for everything???)

Since this is not yet the standard for corporate America, then the responsibility lies within us to make the change. You could probably say I'm the typical Gen X'er-full of dreams to change the world with no idea how to do it.

This is my blog so I'll go about dreaming. Words can create action. I'll start small.

Love and Finishing

2010-02-14T19:08:00.000-08:00

I finished (sort of). Happy Valentine's Day.

Hope your day was filled with love. Hell, I hope every day is.

Here's to you bro and Brie and the rest of the lovebirds in the world:

"...And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva..so treasure your wuv."

-The Impressive Clergyman, The Princess Bride

Artist Class...OMG!

2010-02-08T19:55:00.000-08:00

If Teresa wasn't enough, I found another group of ladies who fill my heart....Artist Class.
This was last Wednesday's project.

Hello newest weakness..paper shoes.

Mine didn't turn out quite as sturdy as I would have liked so, I improvised.

And glued them on the top of pink bakery boxes. (Of course I have pink bakery boxes just lying around. Ridiculous.)

What a fabulous gift box! I can't wait to give Valentine presents in these. They were scattered around the shop this weekend, they are sooooo coming back home with me.

Oh, to the very, very sweet lady who visited me this weekend. The one who's daughter is a "cupcake queen", you know who you are. This is for you:

Day 4 of Paper Romance-Inner Stillness.

2010-01-26T20:55:00.000-08:00

All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness.::: Eckhart Tolle :::

I've found a new reward for putting both feet on the ground and getting out of bed in the morning. (Winter blahs, sun deficiency etc., etc.)

I allow myself one square a day. There are only 16 in this little project but tomorrow a new one arrives..I think I'll be ok until mid-March.
(I've susbcribed to Teresa's ezine-you still can.)

Sometimes I cheat-I do 3 at a time. Really, stitching soothes. I've mastered the 'French Knot', and there was inner stillness. They should find a way to bottle this stuff.

I think Bruce may have a stash somewhere he's not sharing.

V, is very very extraordinary

2010-01-23T07:57:00.000-08:00

The Love Edition of "The Girls'" are here, straight from the land of Sugary Pink. They'll be at the shop in February. (And are always available online if you miss the Market's open dates.)

The Love Shack feels like the perfect place for these two to stay while they're visiting. They'll play music and sing at the top of their lungs. Should fit in pretty well around here.

L is for the way you look at me

O is for the only one I see

V is very, very extraordinary

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

The Love Shack

2010-01-16T17:46:00.001-08:00

I found this blogger a year or so ago--the queen of vintage, of glitter, of creativity. I'm especially thankful to her for her latest. She calls them "e-zines'; instructions and downloads for crafty projects for a month. I call them art therapy.

Each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of a new ezine, subscriber's log on to her portal and she takes us through a project. Each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I get inspiration-and an incessant desire to shred old books and glitter the hell out of everything.

It's no secret that I love handmade things. I'd just about put anything on the backburner to squeeze a few more minutes in my studio. Lately, however, my creations have been for others-taking into account to appease the masses somehow, less is more, my dear.

These "ezine" projects are for me. I don't have to explain to anyone why or what and there are no deadlines. It's just me, some glue, a jar of crap, and my imagination.

Wednesday's Paper Romance project (link to get over there and subscribe if you are in need of some art therapy)

'The Love Shack"

Here's mine...

Details, my friends. Details. You can't see it in this photo, but there are curtains. And see the couple smooching outside the window?

A glittery roof--there's that ripped up old book and glitter desire being put into action.

The back-just because I'm obsessed with this stamp set. A felt heart, a paper hinge.

The other side of the shack. This is the side that the garden hose (the pink one) would be coiled up on. Easy access to watering the doorknob.

Complete with an "M"-after all, it is my love shack.

Teresa is the Bentley of craftivity, well worth taking her courses BUT if you're a beginner and not necessarily obsessed with this vibe, I found this freebie (click here). Just print and cut out-a contemporary love shack awaits...

Organization..What?

2009-12-29T22:27:00.000-08:00

Two days in a row? Don't fall over. I'll make this quick.

I received these today. January at the Market focuses on you and your home. You know-after you take the Christmas tree down, your house just feels blah and so do you. My original intention was for these to be with the pretty office supplies to help you organize bills, photos, and whatever miscellaneous crap accumulates at your desk.

Then, an aha went off in my head after I found a necklace while I was looking for tape in my junk drawer.

The perfect jewelry organizer. I tacked this to the wall in my closet and now I can see what I have. It's made of wire so the little curly frame bends to accomodate for the chunky bracelets and the rings open really wide for the big baubles.

The reoccurring theme of pearls, charm necklaces, rhinestones, and beads. I really need to branch out one of these days.

One more unrelated picture---scraps of textured wallpaper? Yeah, it makes the prettiest wrapping paper.

Disbelievers and Freaks on a Whim

2009-12-28T20:45:00.001-08:00

Christmas is over-I have a food, snow, and cooped up in the house hangover that I've been nursing with a needle, some fabric, and a little bit of fire.

Google Reader has been overflowing with blog goodness from all the "crafties" I adore--their projects and handmade gifts, the glitter, the bling. I couldn't stand it. These few days off would never come...Ah, but yes, they did.

My reward for wrapping all the presents was to allow myself the time to make these. Tutuorial here (yes, fire is involved.) These are so much better than pulling artificial flowers apart--you get to pick the color and the shape.. You get to play regular old Mother Nature for these.

I added tulle in between the layers of some of mine and of course, not complete in my world without some vintage bling for the middles.

I had a hard time parting with this rhinestone button. I often wonder what the original garment looked like that this was salvaged from.

The green looks sage in these photos--in the real world, it's a vibrant silky lime color.

I've been a sucker for rosettes on anything for the last year or so--if there are flowers, it automatically visits my closet.

I am fortunate (or unfortunate depending on how you look at it) to have some very close family (Sarah, this is you) and friends who- I'll just say it-think I am the biggest freak ever. (A freak in the most loving way, but still...)

They are just people who need to have a reason for things. They have no use for "pretty" without a purpose. Things cannot just "be"-they must have function.

I, on the other hand, have purchased dish soap for the fragrance, really gross salsa because it had a cool label, pounds of paper just because I loved the design, and a magazine subscription for a magazine written entirely in French (which I don't speak) strictly for the pictures. Yes, you can say it, f-r-e-a-k.

Well, for my loving sister who was sporting a Kum & Go sweatshirt (apparently, this is a gas station chain in Iowa) and reluctantly, my flower pin for good measure this Christmas AND my practical friend who just needs minor usage inspiration-a bit of help....

Yes, that's the First Lady sporting a flower pin, and the lovely Sarah Jessica Parker. JCrew also believes me and so does Anthropologie. These are definitely not "matronly"---(Sarah's word, not mine) little sister. Where did I come from?

If the flowers weren't bad enough, you can about imagine what Sarah would think if she saw these? I actually spent time "glittering" clothespins.

The uses are many--to hold your wishes. (Be careful what you use it on...)

A book marker? (Is that one word or two?)

A magnet to hold a favorite photo?

Pretty can have function or just be--it's possible. It's also possible that I may have a small freakish problem with aesthetics.

See you soon at the Market-wearing and believing in pretty.

A Christmas Tour....

2009-12-22T18:57:00.000-08:00

I've been so busy running here and there-getting the shop ready for December sales, that I got a very late start decorating my own house. So much that the Christmas tree sat un-ornamented until very recently.

As always, we hang all the oraments we have collected throughout the years--not matchy-matchy, not professionally coordinated, not full of glamour and glitz. To anyone else's eyes, it looks like a cluster of junk, a hodgepodge of hand-me-downs. But to me, our lives are hanging in this 9' artifical pine.

A few of my favorites....

This first year we moved to this little town.....

...we left that little town.

Litte Miss trecked her way across Europe, brought her mama back a momento.

Little Mister's kindergarten ornament, love this lumpy little thing.

Our first Mexican vacation with the kids.

There are a ton more but I won't bore you with my sentimentality. Agh, where do the years go?

If you have a free moment, you too, can have a book wreath. Made from an old book (or a new one if you must..) and some styrofoam.

Ran across this tutorial out in blogland (Living with Lindsay) and was compelled to give it a shot. The texture it adds is amazing and it looks great pinned in the middle of our entryway mirror. (Yes, Urban Market shoppers--this was hanging in the shop this December.) Easy peasy, give it a shot.

Have a blessed holiday season--enjoy the magic.

Inspired by the Banner

2009-12-10T19:49:00.001-08:00

I love the shop, but I also love creating. The shop has "trumped" creating on more than one occassion but sometimes, well, it just takes over. These little ornaments were inspired by my blog banner. The little boy is my favorite. I have a picture of little mister with the same expression. Have you heard of the Graphics Fairy? The vintage kids are hers.

I am also loving the color scheme--what is it with these colors?

They remind me of my childhood, I guess.

Prairie Dawn, from Sesame Street; a blue winter coat that wasn't a hand-me-down; pink Rocky doll's dress, and Big Bird's eyes.

Speaking of Prairie Dawn-I was looking for a picture (she was much brighter on a 1970's television) and found this--I had no idea she was so cool.

Prairie represents more than the "girly-girls," as she is versatile and creative, not princessy and sparkly.Prairie Dawn was a proud, hard-working girl before it was politically correct to include them. Prairie is a mature voice of wisdom (and freak outs) on Sesame Street, a child with determination and a hard-working attitude. Prairie Dawn knows what she wants, and she's ready to grab it.

Cheap and Easy

2009-12-08T20:35:00.001-08:00

To me, there is nothing like a blank piece of paper, a new sharpened pencil, and a mind full of ideas to write down and mull over.

Here's a cheap and easy, but oh so la la la gift for a teacher, a co-worker, a sister, a girlfriend, a budding entreprenuer or for any creative freak who loves pretty things and needs to sort out her thoughts by writing them down. (Ahem.....)

So your supply list (which cost me all of $5) my guess is that you'll have most of the stuff in your junk drawer;

-some paper (the thinner the better); a favorite stamp set {mine are from Cavallini and available at the shop if you love them} (or your own handwriting/artwork), some pencils, a few embellishments, some tape and a tin can.

1.) Rip sheets of paper roughly 1.5" x 4", leave the straight edge of the top and bottom of the sheet in tact. It will make it easier to line up the paper with the eraser if you have a straight edge to work with.

2.) Stamp your strips of paper, or draw, or write a message on your paper. I found that the designs are more legible if you stamp them with the design running the length of the 4" strip.

3.) Tape the back of all 4 sides of your paper--make sure the edges are completely covered in adhesive. Run a strip down the middle for good measure.

4.) Place your pencil on the adhesived side of the paper. Line up the bottom of the metal of the eraser with the straight edge of the pencil.

5.) Simply roll the paper around the pencil.

I hot glued little embellishments that I found in the wedding aisle at Micheal's. You could use ribbon or leave them sans froo-froo. They look great either way.

Now, just cut a piece of paper the width of your tin can, tape the paper to the can. Embellish as you like.

Done. Cheap and Easy. I'm going to put these in the shop so if you'd rather just purchase, they'll be there.
Next open dates are Thursday 12/10 from 10-5pm, Friday 12/11 and Saturday 12/12 from 10-6.
Happy Creating!

Secrets of a Shop Owner

2009-11-18T20:22:00.000-08:00

What do The Urban Market, Lillians, Moon Goon, The Shop Around the Corner, and Real Deals all have in common?

First, in my biased opinion, they are all shops owned by driven, creative, retail savvy women who have a desire to own their own businesses and share their visions with others.

The other commonality is that they are all Occassional Shops. A what? Yes, let's talk about it.

An occassional shop is literally, just that. A store that is open occassionally. It's not as simple as that since most occassional shops have dedicated hours and days that they are open for business. So maybe we should rename them, "open on the first weekend of the month and random special events throughout the year" shops. Since that is a mouthful, we'll stick with what we have.

I'm fortunate that those of us in this little town who own these curiosity shops, work together to promote, grow, and bounce ideas off of each other. Since I can't speak for them, the rest of the secrets are strictly from my point of view.....

If you shop at any of these stores or have them where you live, you've probably been either frustrated or curious at how and why we do things. I'll clue you in-I'll share.

1.) Why aren't you open all the time? I want to shop at your store but you're always closed when I'm in town.

I have a full-time job in addition to running the Urban Market. The "occassional shop" business model works with my life. It gives me the stability and benefits of a full-time job but allows me to pursue a dream without giving up the security of a guaranteed paycheck. The "occassional model" is traditionally a store that changes each month. The inventory changes, the aesthetic changes, it's all about being fresh and new. To completely change a shop (and find the time to sleep, eat, and have a life) into something new each month is impossible to do when open every day.

The newness is the best part. Each month, the store morphs itself into something it wasn't or didn't have the month prior. It's exciting for you as a shopper and really for me,as a business owner, to completely recreate myself each month. There are stores open every day that you know what they have, who they are, and what they offer. At our stores, you need to get there early, get there often because you just never know what we'll have. We serve a different purpose than an everyday shop. You know it's always new, its always there for a short period of time, and it's always something different. Diversity makes the world go round, right?

2.) How can you make money being open just a few days a month?
Well, retail in general is probably not a business you would select if you wanted to be rich. Especially with the economy the way it is today. So although not striking it rich, the shop is able to sustain itself. I may be only open to the public a few days a month but what you don't see behind the scenes is that I am peddling my wares elsewhere, hosting events, negotiating prices and margins, finding artists who will consign with the Urban Market and a whole lot of etc. to create revenue lost by only being open a few days a month. I'm still new so I'm learning everyday how to manage this but it can be done.

Think of it this way--How many times do you go to Target in a month? Let's say you go 3 times and each time you spend $50. It's $50 each time, but for the month you have spent $150. What if Target were only open once a month? You would probably stock up and spend $150 in one day to get everything you needed because you knew you couldn't go again until the next month.

It's not for everyone and for some, it just doesn't make sense. For others, it's entertainment, the thrill of the hunt, the unique nature of the items we carry. I love the change, my customers who pop in monthly, the idea that I can have my cake and eat it too.

The Secret Life of Bees

2009-11-16T19:32:00.000-08:00

Book Junkie, yes. 50% of personal purchases are made on some type of reading material. I select by title, by cover art, by flipping through the first chapter and reading a bit, by the "summary" on the back cover.

I've picked up "The Secret Life of Bees" a few times and have always placed it back and selected a different book.

I was thrifting the other day and came across the book again. Ok, yes.

I know a book is good for me when I want to reread it again, with a highlighter.

I won't spoil it but it left me obsessed in some strange way with Mary. The Mother of God-Mary.

This quote from the book sums it up better:

"When you're unsure of yourself...when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, 'Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.' She's the power inside you, you understand? And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart, that's Mary, too, not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love--but to PERSIST in love." (August Boatwright, p. 289)

(I'm adding this book to my "church's" required reading list..that particular discussion was way back here..)

I struggle with my own internal power and using it. Big on anything that motivates that power to move outward.

A customer stopped in the shop last week to chat and she had this (or something like it)on. I wanted one in the worst way. I told her my latest obsession and even borrowed her my thrifted copy of the book.

Well, the bracelets, I found. Math was never a strong thing for me, I only wanted 12. I got 12 dozen. I'm going to chalk this up as something other than an addition error.

Guess where they'll be? At the shop, for sale. Ready to remind you..ahem, it's in there.

Leave me a comment, and I'll randomly select one and send them their very own Mary bracelet.

Lookie Here...

2009-11-13T16:56:00.000-08:00

Lookie who's little shop made the local paper?

My little elves (a.k.a Stacie and Debbie) and I also got our photos in the "Friday Fun Facts" newsletter for the Chamber of Commerce.

We had a great day--thanks to everyone who visited, shopped, supported, wore your boa, and helped make it a fantastic Saturday! (I'm still finding feathers around the shop.)

Sunday Goodies and Emily

2009-11-01T18:40:00.000-08:00

A beautiful day today, a "make you thankful that you are alive" kind of day. Maybe it was the extra hour of sleep?

I spent most of the weekend reorganizing the shop getting ready for this weekend. New goodies need new spaces. All went surprisingly well until the moment I went to enter all the new inventory in my computer--dead.

Wouldn't even turn on-not a circumstance a new business wants to be in. I'm crossing all 5 fingers that this can be fixed without the loss of any data AND without forking over a ton of money. Say a little prayer to the technology gods for me....

When I buy for the shop I envision how products can be put together to make a great gift. Sometimes, we could all use a little help doing this.

So, I fabricated my vision and created these. These "sets" are specially priced versus buying what is in them individually.
(Psstt....they are in limited quantities.)

The Powder Room Set contains 2 "ruffled" hand towels, a bar of "glittered beyond gorgeous" TokyoMilk soap, and a "chippy" (we love vintage) white cast iron soap holder. Seperately these retail for $25.50, the set....$20.00. (I don't need to mention they are all "tied up with string" ala Urban Maket style, do I?) A housewarming gift, a thank you gift, a teacher gift, a just because you love glitter and pretty soap gift.

The Office Chic Set---Working might not be that fun sometimes, but the supplies you use don't have to be ugly, do they? This set includes 8 designer files folders-Paris style, a legal pad that is anything but yellow, a pack of matching post-its (again, not yellow), and 2 Japanese gel pens. The pictures are bad, but you get the drift. A gift for a co-worker, your siser who just landed a new job, or a girlfriend who just opened up her new shop. Ooh, what about a teacher gift? They deserve "chic" for all that they do.

The London goodies finally made it here--I was thrilled with all of it. This DIY Felt Doll kit will be at the shop and online shortly. All the supplies, directions, etc for you to create her. Of course, I need to be able to know how it works and a "shop sample" so I gave her a whirl.

Miss Emily (that's really her name) is done. I switched out her star beads for ribbon, but pretty easy as long as you line up the holes correctly (they are pre-punched in all the felt pieces.) What a great gift for the "crafties" in your life.

Along with Emily and her sister, there was also a load of "pretty paper." Started this art project for the walls of the Urban Market using the pretty paper that we sell as the background. A few more in the works, but I'll share the wall when it's done.

You can get the "heads" here if you'd like to try your own.

There you have it for today. Thanks to whomever invented this daylight savings thing--It's pre10:00 p.m. and I'm done posting. Do wonders ever cease?

14 Years

2009-10-28T21:33:00.000-07:00

Today Big Mister and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary. For those of you who have known us all of our married life, you'll get a chuckle from these photos. The rest of you, play along we'll take a little journey to the past.

Digtal cameras were not a dime a dozen so I had to scan real pictures. (What?) The quality may not be the greatest but you'll get the drift.

Maybe I should start with a little background. We were y-o-u-n-g. How would you feel if your 21 year old daughter wanted to get married?

Here's the engagement photo. What's up with the 'stache, Mr. Diggler? I'm also loving your outfit-very snazzy in 1993. And me, well, the thought of tweezing my eyebrows never occurred to me. They never became butterflies, but seriousy, where were my friends?

Oh, yes, my friends were here but not a mention of the eyebrows.

A few things; ew,ew,ew on the dresses-what the hell was I thinking? Chiffon scarves, hunter green? My sister still is mad about having to wear that thing.

My brother-in-law who wasn't my brother-in-law at that time (first dude on the left) yeah, someone forgot to mention to him that he's too tall to pull off a "foo-manchu" 'stache.

Beside his 'stache, one more detail stands out in this photo. The little bald fairy propped at the bottom of my dress. Yes, that's little Miss. I tell her often how special she was-not many kids can say they were a flower girl at their parent's wedding.

This photo cracks me up--please note where Big Mister is looking. "Eyes up here, pal."

Some things never change.

Yes, we are still here today-together. For richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health. It's been a fun ride, husband of mine. Your crinkles are deeper, hair is a little grayer but better..really.

Still can't wait to sit on our porch with our sandy feet while the sun is rising ,drink coffee (you'll learn to like it, right?), hold hands, and laugh like hell about our life.

Sunday, Again..ugh.

2009-10-25T18:58:00.000-07:00

I feel like I should post, but I've really haven't a thing to say. Some random thoughts until I can muster something more profound to share.

-Attention Dog Food Manufacturers:
Why must we have to use a machete to open your bags?

-Notes on Importing Goods for the purpose of resale
* Don't.
*Simple ink pens fall under the Toxic Substances Control Act. otherwise known as the TSCA.
* U.S. Customs does not know what bunting is. They are also leery of item descriptions containing the words, "vintage", "boudoir", or "creatures".

Dear Target Stores,
You must stop placing anything that contains bling in the perimeter of your stores.

Who decided it would be a good idea to give bitchy brides their own tv show?
3 words for the drama queens-Get. A. Life.

Throw a load of clothes in the dryer. Wait a minute. Run outside under or near the dryer vent. Smell that? Divine.

Why are "titles" supposed to produce awe? Name droppers drive me crazy. Another 3 words I. Don't. Care.

Photos from the weekend--

The bags--loving the shape. The fabric line is "Love" by Amy Butler. Yes, a rather apt name.

Junk jar o' bling.

Attempt at a "creative" calling card for the Urban Market. Button flowers. (Yes, vintage.)

Get to bed--Monday requires all the energy one can muster. (Muster-word of the day.)

Help Wanted!

2009-10-18T19:02:00.000-07:00

Holy Hannah, I need some help!

Looking for a personable, upbeat person to help at the Urban Market during the Holiday season.

Duties include customer service, merchandising, pricing, and overall management of the shop in my absence.

Hours may vary but I'm really in need of one (or two people 4 hours each) to man the shop on Thursdays from 9 to 5 twice a month with weekend hours available. $10/hr to start.

If you could use some extra Christmas cash, and would like to work in a fun and fabulous environment, please click here to fill out the application.

I would like to fill this position in the next few weeks so don't hesitate if you're interested. Use the contact me button on the right if you have more questions.

Homecoming Weekend and Creative Juices

2009-10-15T20:42:00.000-07:00

I spent last Friday evening helping Little Miss and her "posse" cook a spaghetti supper before they set out to sit at a cold, cold Homecoming football game.

I give her much grief about her and her friends eating us out of house and home but I do love having her friends surround us at the supper table. It makes me feel like a "real" mom and I'm thankful that these kids feel comfortable in our house-not to mention the "grab before its gone" way of eating reminds me of home. I'm going to miss the girls when they go off to college. (Which isn't that far away..)

Little Mister will just have to bring a "posse" of girls when he and his friends get to this stage.

Since the shop was only one weekend this month, I feel like I have a ton of time on my hands. (This will change once I start to receive some of my November goodies-I'm soooooooo excited to share them with you-a peek later.)

This "excess" of time (I only think I have) was used to experiment with various projects I've been collecting.

I would like to challenge you this year to either a.) Make all of your Christmas presents or B.) shop only local to purchase them.

Here's a start on some ideas:

Two years ago, Little Miss begged for these mittens for Christmas. Expensive,but so cute. Made from recycled sweaters and non-matching. (Horrors for the practical people of the world-non-matching-yikes!) I loved them too.

A favorite cashmere sweater was showing signs of wear, so guess what?

It has been repurposed into these mittens. I have enough sweater left for another set. I dragged Big Mister to "Goodwill" on Saturday to hunt for other abandoned sweaters to transform. Lots of orphaned knits to turn into mittens to be found. Click here for a pattern and directions..

(Repurposed mittens at the shop this month--not my creations because I have a problem with doing things in bulk but they are just as cute.)

On my junk trip to Goodwill I was also on a mission to make these..I'm obsessed with cake plates and these you won't find at Target. They are great display at the shop not to mention they make me want to have a party. What about for your Thanksgiving dessert buffet??

No tutorial but it's really just some repurposed china and glasses and some really strong glue.

These (or something like them) for sale at the shop in November, too.

The yo-yo obsession is still with me, and so are those dang bib necklaces. You know, the ones like this.

I just had to figure out how to roll those damn roses. So here's a video that helps. And my roses below made from silk (in fall colors) that I found at my super secret fabric store.

Right now they are being held together with corsage pins because I still have to figure out how to secure them to something. I ripped the silk and am pleased with the organic way the fabric frays. (I did this one-handed and mastered it after alot of swearing--it can be done.)

Last, but never least..

I have been given the opportunity to be a part of fabulous network of entreprenuers who share my same hopes and fears, who own occassional sale boutiques, who like me, love what they do. This shop is literally around the corner from the Urban Market. When I look at my purchases from there, I instantly smile.

The first month, I bought this little pillow (grandma's brooch was included)--the Michael Miller fabric I fell in love with and of course, if something "blings, I'm done.

Last month, the poison bottles. That witchy thing again.

If you are in the hood, the Shop Around the Corner (yes, that's the store's name) is a must see. Click here for hours and directions.

More again soon....

October Tour Around the Shop

2009-10-05T19:29:00.000-07:00

I wanted to take pictures of the shop open this weekend but I didn't. I snuck in on Sunday and snapped a few so I thought I'd give you a behind the scenes tour. (Behind the scenes=not open in this case.)

Welcome to the Urban Market.

This month's theme was Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered. There are white lights running across the ceiling so it really does look Bewitching. (Provided they are on.)

On a side note, remember VH1's "pop-up" videos?? They played videos but inserted little known tidbits on the screen about the scenes. Just wanted to get you in the mindset.)

-the tree branch used in the display was not easy to get. Big Mr. literally fell on his tush when helping me gather my twigs. Apparently, fallen tree branches are rather brittle. He shakes his head and whispers, "Another deposit." Yes, I'll never be able to pay him back. Thankfully, he gets me and doesn't ask too many questions.

-the Halloween candles smell divine. A little vintage Halloween image and scents of cinnamon, apples, and something that in her words, makes Mrs. Possibility want to eat.

To the right of "Oak Hollow" (or ridiculously hard to get tree branch) is one of my favorite displays.

Inside this display lives the most divine smelling soaps. A laundry fragrance (a must for guest sheets) and a dish soap that honestly, makes people want to do dishes. The scent lasts long after the water has drained from the sink.

May I recommend Fresh Grass??

-the refrigerator is circa 1950. It was in a cabin purchased in 1958 and recently found it's way to me. I love the shape and the aqua color. I was thrilled when Mrs. Tootsie suggested the possibility of this lovely living at the shop.

North of Mrs. Tootsie's fridge lies the corner of sparkle. The corner of all things handmade. All pieces here have not been touched by any factory. I think I speak for these ladies, too, when I say the sign above speaks the truth. Their pretties add the cherry on top.

-People always want to buy the vintage seltzer bottles. See it in the middle of the photo? If you have any, they are wanted.

On the opposite corner of Oak Hollow and Confidence, lies Inspiration Corner. Blank journals, stationery, cards, just waiting for some ink. Jot yourself an affirmation note on a vinyl chalkboard---"This, too, shall pass."

Last stop on this tour, the Make Center. No explanation necessary, just supplies to create your own art. Melissa Frances, oh how I love the pink Mica flakes. Yes, we have them. Click here to see a project using them. Ooh, sparkly..I'm a sucker for the bling.

-Can you find one of the "goth-ed" girls in the Make Center?"

Thanks for taking the tour. We're open again in November, restocked and ready for you. More later. (I'm supposed to be watching the Vikings like a good Minnesotan. Failing miserably.)

The Girls Have Gone Goth or Bling for your Baby

2009-09-27T10:18:00.000-07:00

The Girls (get them here) have gone goth-yes, they have witched themselves up.

Much to my chagrin, they have mouths. Little Miss always comments, "Mom, where is her mouth?" I like them better without but for a limited time, I'll comply with her request.

Good spells or bad, they're ready.

Elphaba Mini, Miss Popular, wishing you a "Haunting Day." (I love the Wicked soundtrack.)

Since I was on a roll this Saturday, I tried a few things. One of which I'll share.

Inspired by a fellow blogger who made "bling for your baby" onesies, I, too, had to give it a shot.

(Just for the record friends and family, there are NO babies or plans for any at this house. I just thought they were cute.)

Her tutorial consists of "stencils" and paint which for me are more than nightmarish to work with. I end up with paint everywhere but where it is supposed to be so I improvised.

I have a jar full of rhinestone goodies and junk jewelry pieces that I have a hard time using and/or giving away.

But wait, I could use them and still keep them.

I grabbed a handful and arranged them on my scanner bed. Pushed "scan" and now I have an exact photo of my necklace. A little phtoshop magic, and this bling was ready for an iron-on transfer paper.

I'm sharing with you, (the blue one). If you have photo-editing software, you can create any color you'd like.

(Make sure you click on the photo to get it big enough to use.)

Heat up that iron, an voila! Bling for your baby. (Yucky photo, but they really are cute.)

More photos of the Market's October window coming soon...

Yo-Yo's and Business

2009-09-15T20:57:00.000-07:00

Bad girl, I know. Not posting as often as I'd like. Just where have I been, you say?Well..

School started last week for little miss and mister so I've been doling out check after check after check...Lunch money, new clothes, supplies, sports wear, vocal lessons, gas money..you get the picture.

Like most moms, I'm sure, I take a photo of the kids on the first day of school each year but this year...let's just say they were less than cooperative.

This is my revenge...(hee, hee). Teach them to mess with tradition.

On another note, I've been completely obsessed with these. So guess what I do when I become obsessed? Yes, I try.

So I googled and found the recipe for a yo-yo, the foundation of this statement piece.

My version (mixed with my stash of buttons-oh, how I hate to use them.) But I can't wait to wear this with a white t-shirt and jeans
No flash...

Flash....

Really, I've been trying to concentrate and plan for the Urban Market's big weekend. It's Nickle Dickle Day (what? yes, I said Nickle Dickle not smelly pickle..) and it brings a plethora of people to this little town. If you visit, hope you stop by the Urban Market.

We are serious eye candy.

Friday, September 18th 9-5p.m.
Saturday September 19th 9-5p.m.

See you then!

Feeling Old? Don't Read Any Further.

2009-08-25T18:39:00.000-07:00

I think we receive moments, glimpses of perspective, flickers of our lives as they progress. There are moments of sheer joy, utter contentment, ahas, sadness, grief, loss, confusion, etc.. yada yada.

They really all mean one thing and that is simply, Life goes on. It continues to happen, with or without your buy-in or approval.

When you stop and take note of a moment, when you recognize it for what is, when you twirl it around your subconscious- this is when those moments can equate to either growth or acceptance.

Not profound, but I’m confessing. Sometimes I take my life for granted.
I’ve received a few moments in the last few days that have hit me that my life is continuing and I might have missed some time somewhere.

At the job I do for money, things are always changing. People leave the company, people get hired. The job pool is full of college graduates looking for work. They often end up here. Their ages never meant anything to me-they became my peers, my co-workers and that was that.
Until, that is, this past week, when I received the moments. Two to be exact-same context for both.)

The conversation went something like this;
Newbie, “ You own a boutique? Cool. I’ll have to ask you for ideas for my 16 year old sister’s birthday.”
Me,” Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with that age. My daughter is 16.”

Little Miss

Now, just when did I become the “mom”? My own little sister was 16 once and it seems like yesterday.

Sister and I

The other was a reference from another newbie-her little brother’s age-12.
So at the same time her mom brought her brother home from the hospital, we added Little Mister to our family.

Little Mister

This morning I hear this list on the radio:
http://www.kare11.com/news/national/national_article.aspx?storyid=822664&catid=18
The list consists of how new college students see the world.

The two that really did me in were:
- According to the list, most students entering college this fall were born in 1991.
(1991 was one of the best and most carefree years of my life. I can’t fathom that these kids were just babies when I was trying to look cool with a pack of Salem Lights.)

- They have never had to "shake down" an oral thermometer. (What? I mean this is one gesture that we all copied from our moms. You play house, dolly is sick, you shake the thermometer to take her temperature.)

I’m reduced to sharing “When I was young…” declarations with my own children.
My parents are old in the same way I’ll always be old to my children. It’s all relative.

The best we can hope for then, is to keep our spirits young. I feel like the same 17 year old just with a mortgage, a few added responsibilities, and a different perspective.

So, I’ll continue to take my kid’s temperature “old school”, complete with “shaking it down”-they’ll be able to amaze their friends with the “vintage” technology their mom taught them. I might still be cool. (or whatever the word is these days.)

Obsessed..or is it possessed?

2009-08-12T20:27:00.000-07:00

Once a month or so, an idea (or in this case, a little inspiration) grips the right most quadrant of my brain and hangs on for dear life until I actually do the thing.

In this case, I purchased the new issue of "Sommerset Home" (I wait for this magazine, can you believe it? The Barnes and Noble guy waves me over when he sees me to let me know that it's here. Sick. Yes.)

Anna Corba has an article on cakeplates that she makes. Forget it, I was done. Nothing but the quest for supplies to create my own went through my head. I made two as you can see here. The shop will benefit from some handmade display.

I also wanted to make some shoe clips from artificial flowers. So, I dug through my stash of bling and found some mates to help glam these babies up.

ooh, my Target sandals from last year look so pretty..

And even theses plain pumps, (notice the DSW clearance sticker still in the sole-jeesh? I must pay more attention..

At least, I can think about something else again. Like damn, my studio needs to be organized.

Sunday. Again?

2009-07-26T19:48:00.000-07:00

I love great packaging. I have purchased something (many somethings) strictly because of it. It's sick really...

Today, for an example. I was "expecting more and paying less" and this caught my eye. The "aholic" part of this purchase is that I don't particularly like the scent of lavender. But boy, is the label fantastic. (And it looks so chic sitting on my bathroom counter.) See? It's a sickness.

I have a whole Google reader folder devoted to lovely packaging. I also have one filled with DIY projects for me to do in my spare time. I felt compelled to share one that uses both---diy and great packaging.

Amy, at Eat, Drink, Chic is one talented Aussie. She created this label (oh, there goes my pulse again) for a great DIY present. Instructions, the labels, and where to find the supplies are included in this post. I would love to receive this as much as I'd love to make it.

On the Urban Market front, I have been replenishing inventory (it really is a never ending search for the holy grail), I'll share some in my next newsletter. Oh, you don't get the newsletter? Shoot me an email and I'll add you to the list. It includes the Market's hours, a sneak peek at new products, a diy project, and whatever else strikes my mood--only for Market vip's, of course.

One of the challenges of being an occassional sale shop, as you would guess, is getting people to A.) know you even exist and B.) know when you're open.

I googled and googled to find cheap (I mean, affordable) yard signs and couldn't find anywhere that didn't make you order a mongo quantity of them. So, I settled on Vista Print to help me communicate when the Market was open. I was pleased with my artwork, I hope they look this good in real life. More importantly, I hope they catch your eye when you are driving. No accidents please, but a "Hmmm, I need to check this place out."

Oh, I also updated the "Shop Online" part of the website. I decided I would test it out and use Big Cartel for now-it's a shopping cart program. I'll list a representative of 5 items each month and see how it goes.

The Urban Market's next open dates are 8/6-8/8--if you are in the area, look for the new signs, tell me what you think. If you're not, you can visit the Market online.

Have a great week!

Pink, Gaudy, and Greasy.

2009-07-21T19:48:00.000-07:00

Dressing windows is one of my favorite parts of being a shop owner. I've yet to create a spectacular window but one day..one day, it will be fabulous.

The fair is in town the next weekend I am open so I thought my window should use this as it's theme. Flickr is one of the best places to find inspiration. I searched several terms and created this mosaic of all the images that the word "fair" conjures up. Perhaps this will help when it comes time to pretty up my bare window.

I love the candy colors, the smell of burnt sugar, the neon lights, a warm summer night.

1. Carousel Head, 2. Lollipop(s)!, 3. Luna Park and Surf Avenue, Coney Island, 4. Blue Carnival Car, 5. Vintage Carnival Prizes, 6. Vintage Carnival Fabric, 7. ATC - Vintage Carnival Pierrot ~Traded~, 8. R.I.P. Fun House, 9. best ice cream in town., 10. Fried Cheese Curds, 11. cotton candy machine, 12. Candy cotton seller, 13. Cotton Candy Princess!, 14. Fresh Popcorn, 15. candy popcorn, 16. Dreamy Pink Balloons, 17. Claudette, The Carnival Wizard, 18. Huntingdon County Fair – Day 4, 19. County Fair Ride, 20. Cleveland County Fair - MerryGoRound - 3, 21. Lake County Illinois Fair 2005, 22. Huntingdon County Fair – Day 1, 23. alameda county fair 1985, 24. Boone County Fair 7.18.2005, 25. County Fair!

A Little White Tea & Linen

2009-07-20T20:40:00.000-07:00

In this little town where I live, there is a little store, open just a little each week. (Here's another shameless plug for another occassional store-a retail model that is near and dear to my heart.)

I've visited this little store a few times since it has opened mainly because I love the owner. She's cheery and bright-nothing little about her personality.

The shop's wares are a bit country for my taste. However, I stopped dead in my tracks when I smelled this little honey.

This particular scent is fantastic and I burnt the thing for 6 hours and you can't even tell. The wax is still level at the top and you can smell the scent in my living room which is farther away than the stovetop. (the normal scent radius for an inexpensivce candle);

The little store sells them for $6.94. What? If that's not a deal, you buy 10 of these little lovelies and you earn a free one.

If you're in this neck of the woods on a Thursday or a Saturday, you must stop. If you're across the world, I'll forgive you but you can buy one right here. You won't get the benefits of this little town but your house will smell divine.

The Doubter Chronicles

2009-07-17T21:48:00.000-07:00

The beauty of having older children is that in my free time, I can actually finish a book with minimal interruptions. I just finished this. I thoroughly enjoyed it-Susan's voice reminds me of my own. I felt like I knew this crazy chick with her abundance of the f-word and self-deprication. If I had an inspiration page of authors, Susan Gilman, would be right under Judy Blume.

I usually don't chronicle my book consumption. Most aren't worth mentioning, many are just devoured and shortly forgotten. Much like a drug addict, books to me seem to fall under the quantity versus quality rule.

But, on the second to the last page, a relevant paragraph struck a chord.

On Thursday, I received an email from Mrs. Possibility. Entreprenuer of the year, embodiment of passion for her business--the "do-er" in our friendship vs. me, "the dreamer".

She wrote, "Is it strange that I don't feel like doing this anymore?"

Well, hell, Miss "enjoy the journey", "everything is gonna be all right", "beacon of light at the end of the tunnel", if you, too, feel some doubt then I can accept that doubt has nothing to do with failing.

When I walk into the Market, I love the place. I love that between those 4 walls my imagination is real.

I don't love giving up my weekends or worrying about how I'm going to pay my rent. There are days when I have said, "This is your dream?? Are you kidding?" I was warned that once something becomes a job, it is no longer fun.

However, I was exempt from that--I knew what I was getting myself into.

Right. (insert sarcasm here.)

I'll get back to the second to the last page of the book:

"Moments of pure bliss were often accidental. Getting something you'd consciously worked toward, on the other hand, was often far more emotionally complicated. Fulfilling an ambition was an experience that could oscillate wildly between terror and exhilaration, helplesness and fulfillment, anxiety and mind-numbing boredom."

See, we all get it.

Right there in black and white, those of us who dare (and we all do to some extent), it's normal. I know that even though I hate giving up a sunny, summer, Saturday morning on the deck, I must keep going.

I also know there are at least two people in this world that can relate.

Sunday, the 5th. When did July appear??

2009-07-05T19:18:00.000-07:00

I hope you all got to relax a bit this holiday weekend--and unlike me, I hope the pall of Monday is not ruining the last few hours of sunlight on an otherwise perfect day.

One day, I promise I will appreciate any new day given to me (even a Monday)--I think I need to reread "A New Earth" and put life into perspective again.

I did do handstands in the lake with little mister (whom I swear has grown 3" this summer), went on a road trip with little miss to scope out the occassional shops in Buffalo, went to "The Proposal" and laughed while big mister did not, did laundry a little, and got a little too much sun.

I also painted a little:

and sewed a little:

These are vintage feed sacks that I found at an antique shop in Eden Valley (where?). I love the colors, the stains, the holes, and the patina of these old things.

I also unpacked a new shipment of goods for the Market-I'm in love-again. I wish I could link you to some smell-o-meter. These babies are divine and the packaging well, the graphic whore in me is sated. This one happens to be my favorite. Tokyomilk Perfume---read about it here or buy it at the Urban Market-we're open this weekend.! See you there!

Hours:
Thursday 7/9..............5-8p.m.
Friday 7/10.................Noon-8p.m.
Saturday 7/11.............9-5p.m.

22 Days Since the Last Time

2009-06-28T19:30:00.000-07:00

Ok, I know..it's been 22 days (what!?) since my last post and I apologize..bad, bad, blogger. I've been completely preoccupied with the shop, with the value exchanges going on in my life, with finding the perfect merchandise, with being the perfect mother, with trying to balance all of these priorities.

You've read it here before, but when I feel overwhelmed-I stop working. I shut down.I do nothing. This includes blogging with a shitty attitude.

I'm better today-I started small and just did the tasks. Amazing how one step at a time really works. Do they have AA for anxiety? I'd be a perfect candidate.

The market really has three purposes- two of which we are delivering on; offering trendy, affordable goods and supporting independant artists.

The 3rd and most important but sadly the most overlooked is; to find and feed what is inside us.

We are all creative on some level-the Market should be a place of inspiration. A place to feel some excitement to create. To create something, anything.

The supplies to create something concrete are there but somehow they just don't fit. They don't make sense. Making sense out of this area is #26 on the list of to-do's.

I'll start small (like here).

1. letter d, 2. Paper Pulp Letters with Sewing Pattern Decoupage-6 Letter Word, 3. CTMH Black & White Letters for My Craft Room, 4. Paper Mache Letters, 5. Altered DREAM Letters, 6. 7/365 - Love

The Urban Market sells papier mache letters. They beg to be made into something-to be altered, to be customized. They are literally $2/a piece. $2 art? Are you kidding?

I haven't had the time to make any examples so I found some help from some Flickr elves who get it. The above artistas can offer some "Letter" inspiration.

Image from Miss Minnie via Fat & Sassy

Ironic, as I was pondering this post, that I ran across a tutorial from another insanely talented blogger who has layed out a step by step how-to for these $2 fabulous finds.

Get going, make something.

I'll leave you with this thought... Step #1 for Anxiety Anonymous members-good advice for everyone else.

1. mouthwash

A Little Art History and Shop Lessons

2009-06-06T12:00:00.000-07:00

The shop is open this weekend and I know I said I wouldn't have time to post but I am here by myself on a cold, rainy, Saturday and would look really funny talking to myself.

I carry these Paloma's Nest bracelets.

One in particular has this quote, "Tree of hope, keep firm." -Frida Kahlo

I am not an art history major or a connoisseur of fine art. I wouldn't be able to discern the difference between an authentic Picasso or a good reproduction. I do know the basic contributors; van Gogh, Monet, Picasso, and even Frida and could recognize the most popular painting by each if someone handed me flash cards. I think most of us could, right?

Frida Kahlo was a Mexican artist who generally painted self-portraits of herself in various surreal landscapes. An example above--probably most easily distinguished by the unibrowed lady in almost all her paintings.She died in 1954.

So how do the Paloma bracelet and Ms. Kahlo create an interesting story?

A customer was browsing in the shop, and stopped at the jewelry counter. She picked up the above mentioned bracelet and asked me, "What do you know about this bracelet?"

My reply was a Paloma's Nest plug. She said, "No, what about this Frida Kahlo?". I answered in my limited knowledge that Frida was a Mexican artist and tried to get her to recall a painting by mentioning the unibrow reference.

She looked at me and this is what she said,

"Are you sure because my grandma's name is Frida, and has the same last name only spelled differently? Huh, that's weird."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." was my reply.

************************************************************************************ The other lesson this weekend was not so much a lesson but necessary to clear up any misconceptions.

So, I have these charm bracelets for sale. They are chunky, busy, vintage trinket bracelets. This one in particular is themed , "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Looks similair to the below only Audrey Hepburn's photos replace Marie's.

A pre-teen girl was lusting after it. "How much for this?" her mom asks. We check the price on the bottom of the box. Her mom says to her, " You'd have to wear it every day to make it worth your while. "

Ok, mom isn't going to fork her cash over. I get it-little Miss does this same thing to me. I tell her to get a job and she can buy whatever she wants.

They proceed to browse.

I hear the little lady ask mom again for her bracelet.

I overhear Mom whisper, "Offer her $20 dollars.But you do it-you have to learn."

My eardrums started to bleed so I didn't hear the remaider of the conversation.

I felt compelled to run in circles screaming--"This is not a garage sale! I repeat, this is not a garage sale!"

I swear if anyone honestly would try to barter with me, I would have to physically clamp by hand over my mouth. Even now, I have no idea what would come out of my mouth.

Boy, I'm getting an education running this place.

Seems like forever..

2009-05-31T19:29:00.001-07:00

Seems like forever since I've posted anything. I've been enjoying the deck, the sun, and "The Joy Luck Club" by Amy Tan.

I added yet another year to my life this month, and now am officially halfway between 30 and 40. Still not a fan of ice cream (please note my cake. Big Mister and the kiddies love ice cream), still hate drama, and wish I could be 17 again just for one day.

I spent last week making these little lovelies. I haven't even attempted to create in the past few weeks so it felt pretty good. Lots of trial and error but finally, a finished product. I love them.

Spent today reorganizing the shop and dressing the window. Some new stuff, and a replenishment of some hot sellers. These pictures look so blah but the shop in real life is sparkly and colorful....my digital camera doesn't do it justice.

These Papaya prints are hot! I love them and I think they speak to most people. Not to mention, the artwork is divine. (And each one has something glittered...)

So I'm open again this weekend so you know the posting will be sparse until I can get a handle on multi-tasking. So not there yet.

June's dates and hours:

June 4-6;
Thurs 5-8p.m.
Friday 12-8p.m.
Sat 9-5 p.m.

June 11-13
Thurs 5-8p.m.
Friday 12-8p.m.
Sat 9-5 p.m.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday..

2009-05-17T18:50:00.000-07:00

I once loathed Sundays because Mondays soon followed. This Sunday, I am a changed woman. (I reserve the right to revert to my previous opinion.)

After working these past few Saturdays-I have found that Sunday is a little catch-up day that I now (or at least today) look fondly upon. There are no dishes lying in my sink, the behemoth pile of bills has been attacked, I actually used the rotting bananas that were laying on my counter, and I even enjoyed the sun today.

So I won't go into the shop recap because frankly, today, I'm taking a break. Today, I'm just me. Not shopkeeper me, not web designer me, not marketer me, not entreprenuer me..just mom and wife and woman me.

With that being said, I treated myself to my blogroll. My blogroll is serious eye candy, serious inspiration..reading and looking at how the world is perceived through the eyes of these many talented people makes me feel, well, that there are people that love the same things I do.

Thought I'd share a few of today's favorites:

-The typogenerator using these two quotes I came upon yesterday.

A.) "Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.”-Gwenyth Paltrow

B.)" I'm tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay."-Madonna

The rest are fashion related--I'm dying to buy some new clothes. I haven't found anything that I have loved lately but these people have.

-Michelle's Michael Kors---loving the corset belt. via Mrs. O Doesn't she look great here?

-How cute is this little ensemble via Vintage Bliss?

Tomorrow, I'll give you the shop updates. Today I'm searching Ebay tring to find the perfect vintage crinoline.

Have a great Monday!

I'm Back!!!

2009-05-11T18:44:00.001-07:00

I'm reminded of that quote, "It takes a village to raise a child." I'd like to add that it also takes one to remodel and open a store in 30 days.

So, thank you-all of you, you know who you are. For the late nights, the lighting, the floors, the windows, the box-breaking downers, the pricers, the supporters, the shoppers, my retail neighbors who furnished magaritas, good kharma, pink balloons, and a calculator when I surely had a panic stricken look on my face.

All of you- the "cheerleaders" in my life-I am forever at your service.

So, I learned a few things these past few days. This just wouldn't be a post without a lesson or two, right?

-To have faith in yourself. Take 3 deep breaths. Stay true.

-I posted this on my facebook page but I'll write it here. This little endeavor is much like planning a wedding. You plan and plan and plan for the perfect day, the right vibe, the perfect colored napkins. The day comes when you return from your honeymoon and two thoughts go through your mind, "Now, what?" and "Oh, shit. This is for life."

-Jewelry must be kept in a locked cabinet. I myself hate shopping for jewelry when it's locked up. I hate waiting to find a salesperson to unlock it and I want to touch and feel it. Well, whoever has the one-of-a-kind pink bracelet that they didn't pay for-I only hope you gave it to your mom for Mother's Day.

-I need to dress my window and I need a "sidewalk" sign. I need a calendar and a website-like ASAP.

-Apparently, the most popular sizes for t-shirts are small and extra-small.

-Lastly, always have PLAN B. A pen and a calculator.

Hours this week are:

Thursday 5-8pm

Friday 12-8pm

Saturday 9-5

Hope to see you there!

I'm still alive..really I am.

2009-05-07T12:05:00.000-07:00

I am still alive. A little dusty, a lot tired, a bit excited, a bit more nervous.

Pictures later tonight...

If you've been here with me these past few weeks, I can't say "Thank You" enough.

I'll find a way, the right side of my brain is just not working quite up-to par and I'm way over-caffeinated.

Progress and a Peek...

2009-04-21T20:47:00.001-07:00

While my sign is being approved and made, I needed to hang something up so my artist friends who visit know where I am. (Too bad it was 9:30 at night when I tried to snap this shot.)

The Market is a place of "craftivity" and inspiration and well...a handmade sign just seemed to serve these two purposes. Something a little more "professional" will soon grace the front of the building. For now, it keeps me grounded in what I'm trying to achieve.

The ceiling is now finished (except for the real lights that need to get hung) but it feels much less like an office and more like my imagination. A bit cavelike but hopefully the real lights and the chandeliers will brighten the place up. Thankfully, the people who have entered thus far can see the potential.

I promised you a little peek, just a little one. I'm still drooling over these baubles. Seriously, I want every single one.

Handmade anything is special to me because of the stories behind them. We all had a reason, some spark of imagination, some creative urge that made it out of us. These items come from somewhere deep, somewhere a factory just can't replicate.

This artist, the jewelry designer from above, gets it. Not only some fabulous pieces, but a story too. See that little gold disc in the center of the photo, it's inscribed with a latin phrase...yes, well if you didn't want it before, you'll want it now.

Her description:
"Qu’hier Que Demain

In the early 20th century, the phrase “more than yesterday but less than tomorrow” from Rosemonde Étienette Gérard’s (1871–1953) poem "L'éternelle chanson" ("The Eternal Song") became a popular expression of growing love.
"I love you more and more each day, today more than yesterday but less than tomorrow. "

This bguides graced my inbox this morning:

“Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside themselves was superior to circumstance.”

Bruce Barton (1886–1967) American advertising executive, U.S. congressman

Tell a story, let it out, and be brave.

Artist Love...

2009-04-20T19:25:00.001-07:00

I have progress pictures though I can't get them off my camera just now so I promise--next post a shop update. (And a little teaser..I met some amazing talent on Saturday.)

I just ran across this while reading my blogroll and I have to share. For a Monday, it sure made me smile.

You want to keep repeating it, don't you?

This artist has created an entire company; some of her items I am carrying in the shop and I love them all...if this particular one would've been for sale, it would've been in the cart fo' sure.

Some things I should've said in the last week....

2009-04-14T20:03:00.000-07:00

Mrs. Possibility, bless her little soul, gave me this advice the other day:

"When you have a good thing, everyone wants to be part of it, everyone has an opinion and everyone would do something different and better. It’s ridiculously maddening. Listen to all if it, leave 90% of where it falls and turn the constructive 10% to your favor. "

I've since printed this little bit of wisdom.....Here's the deal.

I'm horrible at vocally articulating anything. I'm an arm flayler, fast talking, bumbling mess when put on the spot. But give me 5 minutes with my thoughts, a piece of paper and a writing untensil and I can concoct a coherent sentence.

Sometimes my bubbling chatter makes me think that people don't actually understand what I'm saying. They are so distracted by my physical emoting that they couldn't possibly pay attention and actually hear what I'm saying.

So just for the record, doubters-just in case you didn't quite hear me:

A.) The Urban Market is not some 3 hour project I made up one day while sitting on the toilet. I have spent the last 2 years planning and replanning this little plan.

B.) I think I'm pretty smart but even an idiot knows that opening a store requires selling what people want.

C.) The world is in a financial mess. I have based my business model on being both stylish AND affordable. $60 pajamas, no matter how cute, just aren't a good fit.

D.) Please trust me enough to know I have done my research. Please allow me the ability to evolve this process as we go. In turn, I'll try to be more specific.

E.) Before approaching me with your wares, please understand the brand I wish to create. Please research the style of the store, the target demographic. If you're 60 and prefer traditional things, the Market is just not for you. I'm ok with this, you should be too.

For those of you non-doubters, I apologize for making you sit through this. Thank you for getting it and allowing my imagination room to breathe.

Progress???

2009-04-09T14:29:00.000-07:00

These are so not my usual pretty foo-foo staged pictures. I don't even want to post this ugly mess but I was reminded today to enjoy the process. (That possibility family again..)

I said process, not progress. Though both are happening-I really want to get to the design part. This view is driving me crazy. (Please note from previous post, the false ceiling is no longer, the interior walls, adios.)

"How do you eat an elephant?", my Big Mister says..."One bite at a time." Oh yes, but can we eat a little faster?

More later, I'm tied up in wires and drowning in plaster dust.

I have keys!!

2009-04-02T20:57:00.000-07:00

You are looking at the front door to the Urban Market. Yes, it's official today--the shop is mine.

Needs a little (well,er, a lot) of love but I thought it would be fun for us to watch the transformation. Not much to look at today but I'm anxious to see what this imagination of mine can come up with. If you think I've jumped off the face of the earth, I didn't. I'm just here.

My studio was whining about my lack of attention so I gave it some affection this evening. I thought if I let myself create and not think about the work ahead of me (just for one day), I might be able to sleep tonight.

I overheard a woman I work with, let's call her Sissy, say one day, "I'm pretty. I don't have to be smart." I laughed and then quickly scribbled down her quote. She's a garage sale queen and has given me a few supplies from her stash.

Her thank you gift above.

Sissy lives her life and doesn't take herself too seriously. She just is who she is, she does what she does. Sissy definitely sleeps at night-without waking up to google one more thing or to add to "the list". She believes ironing is a waste of time and stretchy pants are a gift from God.

Ah, Sissy? I think you're maybe smarter than you think.

2009-03-28T20:11:00.000-07:00

Have any idea how exhausting it is to prom dress shop for a little lady who has a clear picture of what she wants in her mind and the designers aren't sharing her vision?

Have any idea how exhausting it is to have a husband who wants his daughter to remain 6 forever?

I've laughed and cried more in this week than I have in the entire year. It is incredibly hard to let go and why prom is the catalyst for the drama---I haven't a clue.

I'm going to allow a certain three letter hormonal acronym 70% of the blame and the other 30% to the fact that prom is one of those rites of passage that just smack you in the face. The wind gets knocked out of your sails and all the horror stories replay in your mind. What if? What if? What if?

But instead of fear, I'm trying to focus on being thankful. Thankful that this little girl is able to articulate her thoughts, is able to walk, is able to love, is able to make mature decisions, is able to experience her life.

So today, we walked about 6 miles of mall and bridal stores and I loved every minute. I reveled in the fact that we can talk, we can laugh, and we can power shop.

These 4 were the ones she liked the best.

These two were abandoned because the store didn't guarantee school exclusivity. (What is up with that? I don't remember that being such an issue when we were going to prom but apparently these days, it is a major selling point.)

This store had the guarantee-though we had to use the phone a friend option to make a decision. The blue one won-it's gorgeous. (Though I'm not sure Big Mister will feel the same.)

Now what???

2009-03-19T19:14:00.000-07:00

Look what graced my inbox this afternoon.

All of this-all of this thinking and planning and hoping and dreaming can really be mine with 3 cents worth of ink in the form of my signature. Are you kidding?

I could throw up and giggle (at the same time) at the thought of all the work that needs to be done. Fun work, work that might be crap at times, but work that is meaningful. Exhausting and rewarding work--is this what I've been searching for??

Time will tell but if you never try, you'll never know.

My "pickle jar full of buttons" friend forwarded me an excerpt from a Daily Devotional of a Purpose Driven Life:

We've all heard people say, "I took a job I hate in order to make a lot of money, so someday I can quit and do what I love to do." That's a big mistake. Don't waste your life in a job that doesn't express your heart.

The job I do for money will still see me everyday. It's nowhere near anything that allows me to express my heart but we need to eat and I'm not ready to fully let my heart lead.

But now, the job I do for love, gets to ride shotgun instead of in the trunk.

One Crazy, Surreal Week

2009-03-15T19:03:00.001-07:00

This has been a whirwind of a week..I played artist, shop owner, shop buyer, vacationer, mother, wife, laundress, chaffeur, writer, twitterer, and blogist.

Thursday's Market was as expected; stressful and exhilarating. The studio is a freakin' disaster (so much that I couldn't even get through the door to take a picture for you). Big Mister carried something up there for me and said, "I can't even get to the table." I grinned and answered, "That's part of my process."

I must have answered the question, "Where is your shop located?" a billion times that night. My response was, "Today, I am in my studio. If all goes well, in May, the Urban Market will be downtown." Yes, friends, I've made the decision. The pain of regret is far worse than the pain of hard work. (quoted by someone I can't even recall at this moment.)

Had to whip up some new girls since the originals were adopted at the last trunk show. There is something strangely soothing to me about painting hair on wooden beads.

It has been a gorgeous weekend here in the Midwest and frankly my house needed some life. I was at the grocery store and a dozen roses were $9.99-I bought two bunches for myself. They're slowly dying but their presence and the sunshine sure do wonders.

So, on Friday and some of Saturday, I attended the Minneapolis Gift Mart to find inventory to fill the empty space I believe I have. Do you know how hard it is to buy inventory when the only idea of space is filed away in your imagination? Here I go again with my evolutionary theory instead of practically planning. It was fun and I found a few things that I'm so excited to receive.

The rest of the weekend was spent walking and puddle jumping until this evening. This evening, I was reminded that my little peepy-lou is no longer little. That boys now notice her and want to share her time. That she's a sophomore and I really only have her for a few more years.

I'm going to call this newest boy, Romeo. Now Romeo has been plotting and planning to ask her to Prom. He asked me to be an accomplice in his little plan. He sent her on a scavenger hunt around town with the final clue being at our house. This was the last clue...

Of course she said, "Yes." much to her dad's disappointment. Ahh yes, life just keep on moving by.

Are you smoking craft?

2009-03-08T20:28:00.000-07:00

Feeling like an addict lately..been creating, creating, and creating some more. I love the thrill of a show, the chatting that occurs when someone stops at your booth, the relief and pure delight of a sale, the feel of the lightbulb moment when a project takes shape.

I hate having the deadlines, the manufacturing of multiples, the tagging and pricing and the way the laundry just eyes me up and down from pure neglect.

So part of this gig, was to contribute to a "swag bag" for the first 50 ladies who walked through the door. I've been racking my brain trying to be cheap and creative but memorable and not thrown in the garbage.

A dear junque lover friend passed on a some of her stash and among these goodies pictured here, she also shared a huge jar (think institutional pickle-sized) full of old vintage buttons. Well, they were free, I had a ton of them so my 50 swag bag items magically appeared:

Vintage Button Magnets.

Now, just have to add the foo-foo packaging, an Urban Market ad (yes, I'm not done with that yet.) and they'll be ready.

In the meantime, I have 3 1/2 days to complete the other 80 projects I have going. The laundry will just have to wait.

A little sneak peek of the things I do have done..I decided to take pictures now since I never do on market day. Enjoy the week, I'll catch you up soon.

Add soldering to my list....

2009-03-02T20:15:00.000-08:00

If someone would have told me 5 years ago that figuring out how to solder would be on my list of to-do's-I would have loudly said, "Yeah, right."and dismissed it...But here I am, obsessed once again with figuring something out.

This is my 6th try at this soldering gig and finally, the lumpy,bumpy blackened mess of the other 5 trys is almost a distant memory.

If you want to try, I'm going to set you in the right direction for some supplies and a few quick tips:

-I made the unfortunate mistake of paying $3.99 for 4 glass slides. ArtChix has multiple sizes and larger quantities at much lower prices.

-Simply Swank has the entire kit (everything you need) if you don't want to shop around. And they have a great gallery for inspiration. Michael's also sells the soldering tool kit for about $17.99 though I couldn't find flux or the glass slides there. I also purchased this little tool which makes attaching jump rings a hell of a lot easier but you don't need it.

-If you should embarq on this little craftivity here are a few tips:

-Make sure you have "burnished" all edges of the copper tape. Do it again if you are not sure.

-If you are getting black marks on your solder, this means you are using too much flux.

-If your solder is not flowing smoothly, you may need to clean your tip. There is a bar called SAL Ammoniac. that will help clean/tin your tip.

-If your soldering tool comes with two tips, use the wider tip, not the pencil tip.

-Practice!

I just googled tutorials and came up with this one. I'm sure there are a million others out there. What did we ever do without Google?

A Sneak Peak and A Place I'd rather be...

2009-03-01T17:45:00.000-08:00

I think a picture is sometimes worth the proverbial 1000 words..these are a few samples of upcoming Market merchandise.

But what if I were to trade all this in for this??? A trip to a French countryside to create and flea for a week? Are you kidding?? I'm sitting on my hand and repeating, " No, you musn't."

This is quite the feat since I am also trying to type this post.

It's really no fun to be responsible sometimes. No fun at all.

Shop Love

2009-02-26T21:15:00.000-08:00

Happy Thursday!

Retail, in it's simplest form, is buying something and reselling it. As we move onward with this little dream of mine, I've been spending hours glued to my computer searching, searching, and searching some more for the Holy Grail-which in this case, are the perfect items to stock the shelves of the Market.

A side note to Mrs. Possibility who thinks I don't share enough...I'm not ready to drink the "Hope" wine yet. It's got your name on it. After all, the alias, Mrs. "Possibility" isn't a random coincidence.

I ran across an Etsy shop that I must share. It's no secret that I love anything vintage. If it's vintage and it's french looking, french inspired, french fried, labeled as French, I'm done. It's in the cart. (Virtual or Actual).

Ladies, let me introduce you to the:

The $5 Dollar French Market

That's right, everything is just $5. And everything looks like you just traipsed through the markets in Paris.

This shop is fabulous on so many levels-I'm not sure I have the vocabulary to do it justice but think about it:

-The economy sucks. It's a dollar store for the chic.

-This style is "Oh so tres hot" right now (yeah that was bad, sorry) and they have captured it's very essence and made it ridiculously affordable.

-Their product pictures have this dreamy paris flat in the evening kind of look, you can almost see the lights of the Eiffel tower out the window.

-If you've spent more than $30 on a lot of vintage rhinestone buttons, you will love this shop.

I'll stop the chatter and just let you look:

(All Photos I swiped from their Etsy shop..hope they don't mind...)

Just had to share the love....

Have some shop love to give? Tell me your etsy faves!

Guess what? It's Friday now. Damn.

Commitment Phobic???

2009-02-24T19:12:00.000-08:00

I missed my normal Sunday post-sorry those of you who may use this blog as a "break" on Monday morning.

(Reading my blogroll is my reward for focusing on a yucky task. I say to myself, "Just do this and then you can read one post...sheesh! The games I play to get work done. )

Last Thursday, I took (what I consider) a leap and visited some of the "open" retail spaces in this little town. My camera batteries were almost dead so I've no pictorials of this adventure. I did however, as I do, start to question. What am I thinking?

My head tells me, "This is crazy. We are in the midst of economic crisis and you want to cash in your savings and run a boutique?" You really think people who can't pay their mortagages have dollars just lying around to buy foofoo crap that you want to share with the world?"

My heart then answers, "This is crazy. When will it be the right time? Do you really think you can continue this way? There is something inside of you--dying to do this and you are ignoring your voice. Why can't you just listen??? You're the one who always says choose love.

You get the drift......this is when those of us who believe in karma, signs, and/or serendipity throw our hands up.

This was Thursday's horosope (a little weak but..):
GEMINI (May 21-June 21). Here's a secret to let out right now: You have talent. You feel gloriously alive when you are being creative. Others will see you shine and they'll be inspired to follow the muses, too.

On Monday I went to Starbuck's for lunch. This was the quote on my coffee:

Starbucks - The Way I See It #76
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.
- Anne Morriss, Starbucks customer

After my mocha, I had a conversation with a person who has zero knowledge of my desires. He was telling me a story and all I can remember is this (or something like it..)

On mountain climbing-You need to make a decision. Either you need to reach the top or figure out how to get down. If you do nothing, you'll probably die.

Your life is only so long.

P.S. I promise pics next time and no personal musings. must get batteries. must make decision.

And the Winner Is.....

2009-02-16T17:01:00.000-08:00

Number 14! (Illustrated by Leo Reynolds via Flickr)

Lucky number 14 just happens to be Miss Jennifer from Hope Studios. If you have a messy purse (who doesn't,I ask?) today's post on her blog has a cure.

She is now the lucky owner of "Bloom". I myself can't wait to see a tulip (not my favorite flower) or something else other than muddy snow. Hopefully this will brighten the winter "blecks" and add some girliness to her life.

Thank you all for your 5 letter words, your nice-ities, your participation....it's rewarding to a blogger when they know someone other than themselves actually reads their words.

Happy President's day..

What Do You Love?

2009-02-12T21:21:00.001-08:00

Well if you can't decide, start with this lovely piece of art from Bird from a Wire, the Scribble Heart--she's giving it away so get on over to her blog, tell her what you love, and sign up---you've only got until the 15th.

Today, I'm loving:

-the Scribble Heart (see above)

-that it's Friday tomorrow

-Rhinestones

-Pink

-How the party store has many supplies for creating-who knew?

-A cheap, stylish purse

-finding someone that you have something in common with

-little miss and big and little mister

-possibilities

-laughter

Trader Joe's and Robot Love

2009-02-10T20:31:00.001-08:00

I went on a "maiden voyage" to Trader Joe's on a special assignment for the job I do for money.

Little did I know, this little place also offers inspiration for the job I do for love.

As a self-proclaimed packaging fool (this means I will generally buy something if it is packaged beautifully), I purchased Kettle Korn (which I'm not that fond of) because of the graphics. Look at the pink and the vintage carnival graphics!

If the pink kettle korn wasn't enough, I looked up from all the fun going around me and see this:

A reusable shopping bag. But not just any "green" bag-A bag that screams "Buy Me!". The graphics, the colors. I've saved the planet and fed my addiction for anything graphic all for $1.99. If there is one in your neighborhood--go visit. You'll find something that delights, I promise.

As if all this grocery shopping wasn't enough excitement for one day, Little Mister's homework for this evening was to create himself a Valentine box.

He's getting older so this will probably be his last year of organized Valentine's celebration. He'll soon be on his own to figure out love...(she says with a sigh)

With help from his creative genetics (and his parents), this family had an impromptu "crafting" session this evening. I forgot how much fun it was to craft with your kids. It's not everyday that an 11 year old will sit down and glue bits of junk (junque) with you.

Some shoeboxes, tinfoil, pipecleaners, and junk drawer scraps and Mr. Robot was born. A door in his stomach ready to be fed with some little professions of love.

P.S. Thanks for all the kind words from your give-away comments...stay tuned on the 16th. Loving your 5 letter words.

Hotcakes, Anniversaries, and Banners

2009-02-08T08:13:00.000-08:00

Where the heck have I been, you say? The trunk show I did yesterday has been consuming every free moment of any free time I had. There were so many ideas that I wanted to create and just not enough time in the day to do it all.

These "Pockets Full of Love" sold like hotcakes yesterday. (tutorial here..I edited mine a bit to use my vintage button stash and of course, some ribbon.) What I loved even more was the display board in the background.

See those gold pins? (and the bad dark photo) Love them..brads with little hooks-perfect for hanging the pockets full of love. Duebers believe it or not. Also loving the color combination of grey and this blue (is it carribean or pool?)

I realized, too, that as of February first-I have been blogging for ONE year. What? Another year has passed, another year that is now captured out here in blogland for whomever lands and starts to read.

I love banners and bunting and was inspired to create a few for the show. Either you love them or you don't-lets just say "lovers" were not in attendance at this particular event. They were my favorite thing to make so I'm secretly delighted to be able to keep them-except for this one.

Because this one, in celebration of One Year, will go to one of you. Leave me a comment with your favorite 5 letter word and I'll randomly select someone on Monday (try to make the day a little better) the 16th.

Remember my old teacup quest? I only have the "ugly ones" (which are still worthy) left and whipped this up to give to the woman hosting the trunk show. The satin ribbon covers up the "ugly" stuff and the result looks pretty cute.

A productive week but now I must clean up the disaster area I have been neglecting.

Pages from the Inspiration Book

2009-01-25T19:39:00.000-08:00

I get bored. I get uninspired. Some days I want to curl up in bed all day, pull the covers up to my chin, and never leave.

Days like these call for the Mr. Sketch scented markers, a pencil, and a blank sheet of paper. A cup of coffee, some goofy kids, and a stack of our drawings later never fails to remind me that warm weather will soon be here and life really is pretty good.

This is my standard "don't think about it doodle" only she never turns out the same. Does everyone have a reoccuring subject when they draw just for fun? Big Mister almost always has "W" birds in his. I tease him and his retort is always some comment on the amount of eyelashes my chick has.

If you are feeling uninspired, like I am, thought I'd share some pages from my inspiration notebook.

-Love cute and unique packaging. I'm also freakishly addicted to this style lately. The collage mixed with a letter..Of course, a quote thrown in.

-French words and clean graphics, a store I'm dying to use my skymiles to visit, and the texture of the frosting on the cupcake mixed with the cupcake holder.

-White/Green mixed together...nothing better. The cupcakes again, but the pink ones..oooh. I really don't even like them that much but they look so cute all dressed up.

It's Monday tomorrow, I'm bringing a red Mr. Sketch marker with me.

A Mind Maker Upper Needs to Make up Her Mind

2009-01-21T18:27:00.000-08:00

Been busy thinking, wishing, hoping, dreaming and have decided that I'm tired of it. Planning is good, yes, but waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect conditions, the perfect time...frankly we could wait a lifetime and never have it perfect.

Went to a funeral last week (ugh, I know) but during the priest's homily he said 6 simple words in his Jamaican/South African/South American accent that resonated somewhere deep,

"You're life is only so long."

Profound no, but often the only way I get something is to have it smack me square in the forehead. That phrase stung a bit.

I think sometimes it's just about getting on with it..and listening to the universe the right way.
(Ahem, Mrs. Possibility.)

Cleaning behind the TV cabinet the other day, and I found this little book I had purchased at Barnes and Noble a year or so ago called "Reach for the Stars". I had forgotten about it so I thumbed through it again. It contains little inspirational quotes......

Loved this one for more than the obvious reasons..Also this piece of art from another one of my favorite artists, Denise Carbonell.

"An entrepreneur is someone willing to go out on a limb, having it cut off behind her, and discovering she had wings all the time."

-Leigh Thomas

After experiencing the limb extraction, I think it's high time to see if these babies can fly.

Save a flower, he loves you.

2009-01-12T21:11:00.000-08:00

Fred Flare is hosting Snail Mail for Charity. The task is to create a valentine, send it to them. Proceeds go to a program that creates craft programs for seniors.

Right up my alley...creations for a cause. For me, an ordinary card just would not do so I've been trying to create the perfect thing that speaks from my heart.

Bling and Pink and Tussy Mussie says love to me.

BUT.....Remember the games of our youth. The one where if you hear a particular song on the radio, it's truly meant to be. How about ...he loves me, he loves me not. Let's save a flower and make one out of paper that screams the answer rather than trusting the odds.

He Loves You, He Really Really Loves You Paper Flower Tutorial

Supplies:

-Patterned Paper
-Floral Wire and Tape

-Hot Glue Gun

-Letter Stamps

-First, let's make the stamen. (It's the foofy stuff in the middle.)

1. Cut a piece of 2-sided patterned paper about 3" tall by 10" long.

2. Cut slits every 1/8" or so leaving about an inch uncut at the bottom of each slit.

3. Cut a piece of florists wire and glue it to the far edge of the paper you just cut. Place on the 1" bottom you left uncut.

4. Gently start to roll the paper around the wire. When you get to the end-add a dab of glue to secure.

5. Know how to curl ribbon?? Do the same with each 1/8" strip in the stamen. This will create the foof you see in the photo. Note: You can do this step now or later. I did it at the end and wished I would've done it here.

P.S. Your stamen is complete.

Now for the petals....

1. You can draw your own or print these off. Cut out 6-8 of each size out of coordinating patterned paper. I wish I would've used more petals-do 8 if you have time.

2. On each petal stamp (or write, or rub), "He loves you" or whatevever sentiment comes from your heart.

3. Once you have stamped, turn the petal over and glue a piece of florist wire to the back of each petal. I glue abou 1.25" of the wire on the back of the petal. The more wire, the better you can shape each petal.

4. Take a petal, your stamen, and some floral tape and wrap together. Do this for each petal. Use the small petals first, then layer the larger ones. Wrap the floral tape all the way around the wire.

5. Once you have all the petals taped together, gently start to shape your flower by pulling each petal down. Be gentle and make sure you bend the wire and not the petal(the wire will poke through the paper). You can use the "ribbon curl" technique on each petal to make it take shape a little better.

6. If you didn't "curl" your stamen, do so now.

He loves you.

The Jar and Some Color Inspiration

2009-01-11T20:56:00.000-08:00

In an effort to cure winter boredom and we needed bread, a few weeks ago I walked around my favorite discount store, browsing as I normally would, and came upon the Christmas crap 75% off... Lo and behold, this large jar winked at me and quickly scurried it's way into my cart.

I brought it home, bragged to Big Mister on my bargain hunting skills, and placed the jar on the counter.

His reply to me was,with a huge grin, "The top looks like a penis." (I've censored his words to use the anatomical label...)

I looked at my lovely little jar and sure enough, it does. Damn, I hate it when he's right.

Now, whenever we have visitors he has to point it out. I've gotten more crap for this thing. I still love it and will pull it out each Christmas and giggle. (Plus, I told Big Mister that if he wasn't nice, this would be his home after he passes on to the next world.)

It never fails that on Sunday nights, I get a wind around 11:00 and want to create something. I've been wanting to start the projects from Bellarama but at 10:00-the option to start is just a bad idea. I thought the supplies looked pretty strewn about my studio...

I looked up and noticed that I can hardly wait to play with this stuff....I see May baskets and Valentines in my future.

The Decision Die

2009-01-07T21:09:00.001-08:00

Die-as in plural for dice. I've no desire to discuss the other definition today.

If you've read this blog from the beginning, you'll know that I am a believer. A believer in all things related to karma, to fate, to the rule that things happen for a reason. I believe in "signs" from whomever has their finger on the button of life and I'm always on the lookout. My horoscope is almost always dead on and a red balloon (my "The Secret" visualization) has floated right through my path.

I'm a prime target for the Magic 8 Ball marketers.

Tada! (Trumpets sound).....The decision die-6 sides of my words to myself.

(Deep down inside we really do know the answers but fear keeps us from listening.)

I do believe that the answers to all my questions can be summed up on a six sided block. If I need reaffirmation, I can roll the damn thing and play a little game. Life can be about chances, right?

Yes, No, Maybe, Go with your heart, Trust your head, and Just be patient is all I really have to remember.

One thing a day that matters......

Happy New Year...

2009-01-05T20:33:00.000-08:00

Graphic Courtesy of the Graphics Fairy

Happy New Year! What does 2009 have in store for us??? I can't wait to go for the ride. No resolutions-only the promise to do one thing per day that matters.

I love packaging (we've spoke of this before) but what I love more is designing labels. "The Girls" are in the shop and they needed some introduction, don't you think???

"The Girls" are going on a little trip. You see, I found the "Toy Society" and their contribution to the world is to give without expecting a thing in return.

The girls aren't good toys as they are, BUT give them a message and a purpose.... A day brightener.

I'm always looking for some sign, a blinking arrow to point me in the right direction. If I were to randomly find one of the girls and she holds a message that says, "Today's the day." Well, I'm ready to conquer the world from (a clothespin??) a little serendipitous message that I just happened to come upon.

(Don't we all have a 7 year old hiding in us? I'm going to use that as to the reason I am so wanting to make more.)

Here's to being 7 and one thing a day that matters.

And the winner is....

2008-12-30T14:11:00.000-08:00

A little random number generator has selected 12. The 12th comment happens to be Miss Margeaux, or Mux as her friends call her. Miss Mux, email me your address and 102 1/2 wishes will visit your mailbox in a few days.

There are 2 criterias I use to buy wine; either I've already tasted it or it is in a really cool bottle. The above was purchased for criteria #2 but I thought it was relevant.

Thank you for all your posts, your kind words. I hope that each and every one of your wishes materialize. Just keep fighting for it-whatever it is.

"Any given moment can change your life, you just have to be there for it. " (Curly Girl)

P.S. Kits for the "girls" coming soon in the Etsy shop.