Saturday, December 4, 2010

3rd Ward Handmade Holiday Craft fair!

Just got back from 3rd ward's Spectacular Handmade Holiday Craft Fair and I'm stuffing my face with carrots and tzatziki as kind of a 'reward' for not stuffing my face with cupcakes and bloody marys. Yes, I'm no fun.

I can't show you pictures of what I bought because...they are presents!
The fair was huge this year. Slam packed by 2pm. Slammed and packed. Did I mention that I did not have a bloody mary even though I really really wanted one?

-Below are just a few of the many vendors that I loved.
I especially loved nolinoli's baby rattles. They are filled with beans. I also think it's great there's a huge hunk of beeswax sitting right there on the table, because that's how the wood is conditioned. Oh, I also really like that he has mushrooms on his T-shirt.   

 Very striking rings by Elizabeth Knight. 

elizabeth knight

The lovely ladies of the 2 fish. I especially loved their gloves.

I wanted to take every single terrarium I saw home. 
I believe I'm going to need a bigger greenhouse. Soon.

terrariums by casa helcho
These two wonderful ladies  representing The Textile Arts Center made me miss my spinning wheel terribly. But I don't blame them. I may, in fact, take a felting class instead. Blaming people gives you wrinkles.
Textile Arts Center
-Now I'd like to mention the coolest stuff I got in my tote (besides actually getting the tote in the first place). Thank you 3rd Ward! You guys are cool.
The vendors really stuffed those things up with some great deals. I really wish I could just make a catalog of the vendor goodness, but I'm running out of carrots.

Best free gift-
Is the free soap!!! (of course)
Thank you lov'n a bar.

Next best thing to best free gift-
Is the Cookie & Tea ticket.
Thank you ouchi gallery

Best honorable mentions (because I love pulling things out of envelopes!)
carrie strine
and the new new.

All right. My purchases are safe. My carrots are kaput. It's time to list some vintage.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Cement Joy!

front of the building, with a frame out thingy for the garage door.
The second pour happened this past week! Hooray! Who knew an 8" thick foundation wall could be so very joy making.

the right front corner, the door will be that smaller rectangle frame out.

Another corner! check out the sexy plywood imprint. Watch out Whitney museum, our concrete rocks!

B's new scarf!

Just in time for the turn of the season. I used a noro silk/wool blend yarn instead of my usual hand spun. My spinning wheel is still in storage along with my stash. Sigh.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

results of the bear incident

I was in Brooklyn when the incident happened. This may have been a good thing for all involved. We have a thriving hive that got knocked down by a bear one night, in spite of the electric fence. B scared off the bear and harvested a frame when he put the stacks back right. You notice how dry that previous sentence is. You may also notice that I'm not saying anything about the epi pen. But everyone was okay, (bear pride excluded) in the end. And we got some lovely honey.
In the picture on the left you can see our lovely rooster. He's a nice guy! And was pretty curious to see if the honey was a snack for him. 
he's such a looker.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

the footer

It begins.
B poured the footer yesterday. I alas was here working on departmint. Forms for the walls are next! I've never been so excited about concrete in my entire life. But wait, that's not quite true. There was one other time......
When I was in kindergarten we lived close enough to our school to walk. I was very proud when I was finally allowed to walk 'by myself'  My older sister (by two years) was supposed to walk home with me, but we got into some kind of kurfuffle. Reason long unremembered.  I ran on ahead, right into a newly poured sidewalk. I swear the concrete went right up to my knee.
When confronted by the super scary guy in the helmet I pulled my foot out, sans shoe and ran (wee wee wee) all the way home. The one thing I clearly remember, besides what it's like to run home with a sock full of wet cement, was my true and terrible fear about how angry my mom would be when she found out about my sock. Go figure.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sukkot and blue lanyards for peace

GATHERING by Dale Suttle, So Sugita, & Ginna Nguyen
A few weeks ago, I left my place of employment and meandered through Union Square.
There I happened upon a crazy and wonderful scene. At first I thought is was an art exhibit, but dear reader, I was wrong. I forgot it was Sukkot. Yes, it's true. I forgot. It was an exhibition of winning sukkah re-designs.
It was very cool.
As dusk arrived however, things got a little strange. After I got some distinctly non holiday food, I stood across the street from the park and waited for the M14A (or as I like to call it 'the forever worm'). A diverse group of people were trying to get everyone to 'connect for peace for just five minutes' with these bright blue kind of bungee cord things. There were clips involved. I distinctly remember seeing clips. They had microphones. There was world music.
I did not feel up to connecting, in fact no one walking by was really into having a consciousness raising experience with blue clippy things except the schizophrenic (my term, not his) in the rainbow afro wig. But even he got bored and wandered off. So I'm watching and waiting, waiting and watching until I realize I've been waiting over 20 minutes for my bus.
I think to myself, I could have connected for peace four times in a row by now.
Then I think to myself, hey I'm waiting for the bus for peace! I'm holding my bag so no one gets my wallet for peace! I'm going home for peace.
That last one, was definitely true.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

got engaged. It was awesome.

Well. I seem to have taken a year off the old bloggo to get besotted and engaged. If you've ever done this before, you know how much work it can be.
He has bees and chickens and me. I have bees and chickens and him. He will remain anonymous in this blog. I will refer to him as 'B'. But as a little teaser, here he is holding the baby starling I'd been rehabilitating. We named him Gripper and he has been happily repatriated with his people. Right now B is digging the foundation for our workshop in PA and I am blogging away on my new and improved blog on the Lower East Side. At least my cat is there. Oh Stella.
I'm leaving my earlier posts up because why not.
Since I've be come bi'stately I've become a regular country auction attendee. I love it, except sometimes.