November Already?

October is officially over. It was weird. Different than most others. I felt I was buried underneath a heap of fundraising tactics, running for this and that with the kids, and facing the fact my dad had a stroke. Busy, busy, busy. I thought tonight, what would I do if I didn’t have so many balls in the air? What do other people do when they come home from work? Do they eat, watch television, and mosey on to bed? I wish. Then again, I don’t. I like to be engaged, but I’d like a break every now and then.

My little boy stayed home sick from school today. I hope it had nothing to do with the fact he had to walk around in soaked underpants all day yesterday. You know, the cold weather and the wet undergarment combination? This is twice this year. He told his teacher he had to go and her response was he should’ve gone when she allowed them. Oy vey. He’s not a robot. He didn’t have to go after recess. Anyway…you know how they miraculously are well enough for trick or treating? Yep, he was. For all an hour of running in the cold from one house to the other. Which by the way, half of the houses didn’t have on their lights this year. I noticed some of the children banging on doors, shouting trick or treat. They weren’t going down quietly. The people never came. So now my little boy looks pale yet again. I hope this doesn’t set him back. I gave him ibuprofen and rubbed his back till he went to sleep. Morning will tell whether I did right by letting him go. I sort of didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t going to let the one night out of the year where he gets free candy go away without ringing a few bells.

I’m still working on little projects to sell at a vendor fair. My heart is in crafting and writing. It’s a shame I do it in the middle of the night. But we do what we have to do. Come and visit my shop!! I’ve got a few things listed and so many more to get advertised. Have a good first day of November, everyone!!BirdiesRoom


Work in Progress

IMG_0634During my word drought, I still have the need to create. So I chose to work on this wall hanging I began a few months ago. It’s a type of whimsical flag quilt. Of course, after I cut and sewed on all the flags, I got distracted with another project. That’s just like me! Why can’t I see something through to the finish? Without it taking years to complete? I made curtains for my sewing room. Well, one curtain. After I saw what my window looked like, I closed up my thread box and haven’t finished the other three windows in two years. Ahhh…

I’ve recently added the yellow strings and I’m working on including some more color with borders for this quilt. Forgive the wrinkles–it’s been smooshed into the corner of my work station. And it’s muslin. It’s being a bit stubborn.

I enjoyed picking out the different candied flags. I’m not sure where exactly it would look good. Perhaps a candy shop? The quilt I fashioned if from was made with lemon-lime colors and draped across a crib. It was quite cute. But I have no idea what I’ll do with this one!  Should I ever complete it. 🙂  I think I hear my dusty Etsy shop calling.




IMG_0525When I was younger, I never liked to go into antique stores. I felt the things were spooky and they stunk. I mean, who wants something someone else had, especially if it didn’t work anymore or had no use. Of course I’m speaking about butter churns and tractor parts.

Then I became older and began appreciating the stores. I’d have to say, in my area alone, four new ones have popped up within the last six months. The smell is still there. Something reminiscent of my grandmother’s basement, along with an extra layer of mildew. But I see the items in a new light.

It’s pretty bad when you can go into an antique store and recognize half the toys, having once played with them yourself. That’s what drew me in the first time, when I wasn’t with parents forcing me to go. The second time, I went because of my Etsy store. I figured I’d re-purpose something and try to sell it. But now with Etsy, if it meets a timeline, you can sell it as-is. But my first purchase didn’t. I bought a lamp. I think I paid under ten dollars for it. I took it home, cleaned it up, and took strawberry fabric and decorated a new lampshade for it. Actually it was the same lampshade, I just spun a new look to it. I listed it on my site, and a week later I had it sold. I was hooked.

So I became a regular at the antique shops. Looking, pricing, and imagining new purpose to many of the items. Alas, I bought the items…I just never sold them, again. As in, never listed them to sell. I became a quick antique hoarder. All of my good intentions now sit around my house. I love them all. Who could part with such savvy finds? I got a bit out of control, so I had to stop for awhile. That, and I don’t do too much with my Etsy site. I still have it, have items listed, but I’ve stalled at adding new things. Who can add when everything looks so wonderful on my own shelves?

This picture shown in the post is one of the things I found last spring. I walked around the store three times, eyeing it in different ways…sizing it up for rooms in my house….wondering how I could sneak it in without being seen. Finally, I snatched it from the ground where it lay. “French Lady in Blue Hat” was handwritten on the tag. The frame is even half-decent. It has a few chips, but nothing my OCD can’t handle. I just couldn’t leave her behind. They say if you see an art work that keeps tugging at you, buy it. You probably will never see it again. I passed on something once in my life, and regretted it. I couldn’t leave French Lady.

So it hangs beside my bed. It was a bit freaky in the beginning. At least she’s not looking at me sleep. And her eyes don’t follow you around the room. I certainly don’t regret it. It’s an original; you can see the brush strokes and dirty canvas from the back. I’m quite fond of it, now. I only wish it had a matching gentleman to hang on the other side of the bed. It doesn’t symmetrically match with a flower print. Oh well, I’m content with just her I suppose. 🙂


To Etsy or not to Etsy

etsy-buttonThat is the question. I’ve had my “shop” on this site for a few years and never really plunged into it full time. At least more than twenty hours a month, I mean! I dabble at best. I’ll list some fabric I’m tired of looking at in my stash or make something to sell, but sometimes it’s a chore to just keep up an appearance. I will admit, I feel it’s gone a little too commercial in the last year or so. For example, now some of the vendors “send” their creations to warehouses to have them mass produced. Excuse me? It’s a handmade site, not a sweatshop. Now they have a category for handmade.

Although, I did love the vintage category. I would go into antique shops and find little goodies to either list as-is or I’d recycle them into new things. The only problem with that is I’d never want to sell what I did. And, all the little gems I’d come home with, I’d keep for myself. In this little Etsy venture to sell antiques, my shelves in the house are filling up with all my brainchildren ideas for the shop. But, they look so good in my own house:)

I did sell a rather large quilt that I made. It was like two hundred dollars. I was over the roof excited!! But, when I looked at it as I prepared it for shipping, I became sad. I worked a lot of hours and put a lot of my soul into that thing. I went to the quilt boutique and held up endless swatches to see what worked, I pieced and quilted the entire thing…and then I hand stitched the binding! It took me many hours to put that lovely summer quilt together. I just wondered if the recipient would appreciate all that went into it.

When I quilt for family, I know they realize the love that went into it just for them. And, I have a lot of joy giving my creations to people I know. I’m just not sure I want to keep putting my things out there anymore. But, I do love it when I see the little app come up, alerting me I have another sale! I’m so conflicted over the whole thing. Maybe I’ll put my next quilt up on the shop and see what happens. When it doesn’t sell I’ll be depressed and when it does I’ll be depressed. Is there any point?