Sunday, May 11, 2008
Weekend Recap
I wrote a lot more, but then chickened out about the negative and focused on the postive. Sometimes, less is more, right?
A summary of weekend thoughts:
-I'm seriously considering cutting down on both small craft fairs and coffee (mostly small craft fairs, mostly in arlington)
-Baltimore is wonderful and other artists are the most important thing to keep close at hand.
-Phil is the best person in the world, because he didn't complain about any of the misery I dragged him to this weekend, and only required a ticket to Iron Man and a small popcorn to call it even. What a fella. His new kid's tees are selling like hotcakes :)
-Mom is still ranking #1, 26 years running. She is the master of vintage china cups, cherry coffee cake, library books, caning chairs, knitting sweaters, making jam, wearing jumpers and selling things on ebay that I wouldn't have dreamed anyone would buy.
-Annie is spectacular for many reasons (this weekend's reasons include: selling stuff for all of us in the Craft Mafia booth at Squidfire with Mikey; Helping us with our wedding rings, Helping with a secret bonus project for the wedding, AND being the featured seller on etsy!)
-considering crafting an arc if this rain keeps up...
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Ain't she sweeeet?
Mom
I totally hear you on that - I generally delete about 1/3 of my blog before I post it because it contains random complaints that serve no purpose. If you're ever in Nashville, you should try Las Paletas - they sell fancy popsicles that are amazing!
did phil like iron man? I tried :(
You'd have to ask him...(he says "yeah") but I think we both went out satisfied in the way we expected to be (and no more).... You had to "love" all the terrible product placements, sorta uncomfortable patriotism, killerocious R. Downey Jr. theme songs, Jeff Bridges neck fat rolls...and the ridiculous portrayal of foreigners. Mostly we gave them credit for not totally overdoing the special effects, and we walked out trying to shoot fireballs out of the palms of our hands.
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