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I’m A Dork
I just spent an inordinate amount of time trying to determine what species of cicada sings outside of my house. This was brought on by the fact we had no power due to a massive havoc wreaking thunderstorm which passed through, which allowed us to lay in bed and listen without distraction to the cicadas and discussing whether cicadas and locusts are the same thing, which they aren’t, leading me to mention the plagues of Egypt, which Nate then wanted to know about, so we dusted off my grandmother’s Bible and I read, with word changes, the story of Moses and Aaron and the Pharaoh and all the plagues, and then explained why the Children of Israel celebrate Passover and why it is important to them, and then sped up the story to tell how the Pharaoh let the Jews out of Egypt but then tried to kill them and Moses parted the waters of the Red Sea so the Jews could pass through and then how he closed the waters on Pharaoh’s army, and then God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light, and Nate started watching TV and I came to blog.
All of that from a little cicada.
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Tarred
Still recovering from this weekend. Check out http://peachworks.blogspot.com where I have posted new and old stuff. Please, do not mention this blog. Thanks. I’ll be around ASAP to visit with you all.
Tamarack – Take Two
Another busy, busy day. I sold four pieces today, including the brown crystal necklace I posted back on blogger. Woot!
They had a bluegrass/country band playing today. That was interesting. I asked the bassist, who looked like the Doonesbury guy in a Hawaii shirt, what their name was. He looked at me and said, “Uhhhhh… River’s Edge?” Yeah, okay. I called them, “The Soggy Bottom Boys.” The chainsaw guy has now been dubbed, “Leatherface,” although he is quite cute, rather talented, but… there’s that whole chainsaw thing. Jacques, the hot-hot-hottie security guard, he’s just Jacques. With a name like Jacques, who needs a nickname? No, he’s not French, per say, from France, although his first and last names are very French. He’s actually at least part African American from Staten Island, New Yawk.
Heather is “Quilt Bee” and she was quite upset today. They have her display in front of someone else’s quilts. Talk about major suckage. She’s feeling like she’s being sabotaged by her buyer and frankly, I can’t blame her. Politics. Ya know. Anyway, I called the floor manager and she called the guy over her and he showed up a bit later and talked to her. She’s still not happy. Again, can’t blame her. Would you want to work 37 hours on something and then have someone ask about the quilt behind you which is not yours? Me neither.
Anyway, I told her not to leave me with The Soggy Bottom Boys and Leatherface. Have a heart for a fellow artisan! She laughed.
Have I mentioned the food? The food!! It is worth it to get $20 worth of meal tickets a day. The Greenbrier does the all the food there and it is exquisite. The pan fried rainbow trout with lemon butter, ta die for folks! And get this, buttermilk mashed potatoes. Mm, Mm. MMMMM! Yesterday for dessert I had the coconut cream pie and, I forgot. Darn. Today I had the cake of the day which was some coconut raspberry filled thing. It was good, but I was full from the cherry glazed barbequed chicken breast with buttermilk mashed potatoes. And then I had ice cream, butter pecan. I might be a bit richer coming out of this but also, a bit heavier.
And, my coup d’etat for the day. Before noon, a beautiful sweet lady with an accent stopped to admire my precious jewelry. I could tell she was of “my people,” my German speaking people and I asked where she was from and she said a US town and then added that she was originally from Austria. I told her I had lived in Germany and that I had visited Austria while there. Then she started speaking German to me and that got my juices flowing. Her husband came by and she told me good luck and departed.
This prepared me for my next foreign encounter. A woman stopped and began gushing over my jewelry. She had two men, a woman, and child with her. Again, I could tell she was of “my people.” Before I had a chance to say anything, her husband said, in German, “I think it’s a bit too expensive.” Fucker. I replied, in German, “It is not too expensive. I worked long and hard on that.” He was rather taken aback while his wife smiled at me. She bought a pair of earrings.
I. Rule.
What A Day!
Okay, first, by a show of hands, how many actually made it into the last post? Don’t lie, I know 17 of you did. 17 made it to the previous post so I feel okay about that blasted password that I picked. Just remember, capitalize the first “N” and everything should be fine.
As I forgot to mention, today was my first day at Tamarack. I’m giving a demonstration of my MasterBeader skillz. My most interesting visitor today was a 93 year old great-grandmother from the Ukraine. She has lived in the United States for 56 years and sounds like she just stepped off the boat or plane, whichever. She said her poor English skills were due to the fact she lived in Russian neighborhoods, attended Russian churches, and read Russian newspapers while living in Chicago for many years. A fascinating lady.
Also met a lady originally from France. She laughed at my experiences in the City of Lights and Love. The only person I met today that I had not been in their home state was a young lady from CT. Damn CT!
The other demonstrators were a quilter and a chainsaw woodcarver. Don’t laugh peeps, his work is the shizznet. I hope to post pictures of their amazing work. Heather is a top notch, almost impressionist, quilter who has received honors for her work.
I sold one of my bracelets, one I didn’t even have a chance to take a picture of, and I also sold a pendant, which I also didn’t get to take a picture of. The pendant was one of two unfinished earrings, because, as I’ve said, I hate making earrings. Making two of one thing just goes against my grain. So, I had made one, and a fairly large one at that, with a Southwest motif, gorgeous, if I do say so myself. It was on the section of my table that was reserved for works in progress. The lady asked me what it was going to be and I said, “Supposed to be an earring but it’s hard for me to finish earrings.” She asked if I could make it into a pendant, I said I could in about 15 minutes.
She was thrilled and so was I. Since I didn’t have to make that blasted second earring, and she was buying another piece, I cut her a deal. Everyone was happy.
Before my eight hours at Tamarack, I had to deal with life on this side. To bed after midnight, awake at five… almost. Up by six or so, called AZ, talked to him for 30- 45 minutes. Got dressed, got Nate dressed, left for my bank, got money, waited for the bank AZ uses to open so I could deposit into the shop account, didn’t open, bastards, went to Go-Mart, got cigarettes and breakfast, forgot coffee, went back in for coffee, gave Nate his meds, took him to his dad’s, drove back into town to stop by the shop to drop off a check that had to be deposited after three, picked up merchant slips since I don’t have any, drove back to different branch of same shop bank to try and deposit money, took forever to deposit one check, bastards, left late for Tamarack, broke several laws getting to Tamarack on time.
One of the general managers at Tamarack was one who snapped up some of my jewelry, at least, she told me that today. I got my picture taken and interviewed, for what, I don’t know, I’m assuming the website. Out of eight pieces, I’ve sold four in three months and I sold two today. I’m not complaining. Heather and I get along wonderfully and the chainsaw carver guy’s son, Ian, thinks I’m really pretty.
Then, I came back to town, stopped at the shop, nothing of interest there, left the deposit slip, used the bathroom, went to Summerfest to pick up Nate, bothered some of Jeff’s former co-workers, looked for the t-shirts we made, didn’t see them, came home, now I’m home, it’s hot and I need a bath!
Tomorrow, Adventures at Tamarack, Part Two.
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Please, have some beer and devilled eggs while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off.
After 700 Posts…
It’s time to find a new home. I find myself becoming as personal as I probably ever have around here with more to lose, therefore, I have set up a WordPress account and am in the process of moving “Anything Goes” to her new home. Some posts will be password protected, but probably not all. I will e-mail those of you I have addresses for but if I miss you or if I don’t even know who you are, you may e-mail me at nanner.peach@gmail.com for further instructions. My new blog home will be blackpunkin.wordpress.com.
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