Homemade ice cream clogs arteries, makes dog happy

It tastes like heavy cream, sugar, and Oreos. So it's pretty good.


You know how sometimes, like once a month, you have a conversation with your spouse/partner/roommate about how it seems like you must hemorrhage money because you just don't know where it all goes? No? Well, I guess you're not as good of Americans as we are.

To celebrate Memorial Day weekend, we bought an ice cream maker, because everyone knows that there's nothing more American on a national holiday than frivolity and gluttony. And blowing stuff up, but we don't want to scare the dog. In fact, we're really doing the dog a favor by fattening up on ice cream so she has more comfortable laps to sit in.

Oh this could be bad....

I've listed my first treasury on Etsy, which is AWESOME. It gave me an opportunity to riffle through my favorites and add some new favorites and put some aesthetically-pleasing sweetness together. For the creators it's a smidge of advertising that goes out to all the folks who view the treasuries. I think I've found something else to spend too much time on!

Hot for Blue and Green

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My first dreamcatcher

I found this hanging on the bulletin board in my old bedroom at my parents house and decided to take it home. Maybe that's what my mom has been mumbling about ("disaster...can't find anything...your stuff out of the house...").


Nah. I'm sure it has more to do with the years and years of schoolwork she saved. Rightfully so; I operated on near-genius levels until I hit adulthood. Like my dentist says, once you stop growing you're basically just getting older. I always enjoy our little chats.

Anyways, my old brain can't remember exactly, but I think this was a Girl Scout project from sometime around the fifth grade. Sure, I was a socially and physically awkward preteen whose athletic inclinations amounted to playing Tiddly Winks, but I could sure center the hole in my dreamcatcher. Seriously, arts and crafts were the best part of childhood and I'm still holding on for dear life!

Baby goods of a delicious color

Tiny sweater....


and tiny hat/mittens set....

Wanted: one pair favorite shoes

These are my most favoritest shoes ever and my damned pinkie toes have managed to bust through the seams. Plus they look like crap. They have *technically* been my yard shoes for quite a while, but I still wear them all over the place and it's getting embarrassing. What would Stacy and Clinton say?! I got them at Payless (sorry, Stacy) a couple of years ago and I can't find another pair anywhere - but I NEED them! Please...I beseech you! Pray, find me a new set of these magical slippers! Go! To quote the villain from one of the best movies of all time, "and don't come back without them!"

Random, non-craft-related post that is also not about the other non-craft-related things I sometimes post about.

I'm going to start doing this every morning.

Whaaaaaaat?

I made it into another treasury, this one by SuzAndRoo!


It's the Two is Better Than One mini sweater. And here is my favorite item from the SuzAndRoo shop:


I've really got to start making treasuries - I love how people pick colors as themes. It's pretty.

This is the life.

Watching hubs do some upper-body P90X. There's a lot of grunting and impressiveness. I am lounging on the couch with the dog and the computer, having just eaten some chocolates.

I totally took a walk today. That was my exercise the right amount of movement for me. Plus I worked in the yard. Now I think I'm going to go make cupcakes.


* Not my husband. Mine's hotter.

FIRST TREASURY EVER!

Ok, I don't really get the treasury thing, but that's because I'm relatively new to Etsy and because I spend too much time playing Mafia Wars to figure it out - yet it's still very exciting that one of my items is in this treasury by Sacred Suds. This is it:


And there are many other pretty reds and greens represented. Yay! Thanks, Andrea!

If your craft show table represents your life.....

mine is apparently somewhat cluttered and very distracted. Several people asked, "did you make all of these things?" Yes. I'm troubled by a short attention span and busy hands, so we end up with dreamcatchers, drawings, knitting, jewelry, pins, and a pile of miscellanea.


I'm pleased with the way the table turned out and the show was pretty awesome. Not that I made a ton of money, but the planning of the event was immense and it was a gratifying success. I was lucky enough to be trusted with writing the press release. Glad to have that experience under my belt. And very grateful to the handful of peeps who really made the show happen. It was busy the whole day with people who heard about the show from every avenue we tried to exploit. Bwahahahaha! Athough, almost all of my customers were people I know.

I'm considering the implications of this...are my items marketable/useful to the general populous? Why am I trying to market to the general populous? Wouldn't it be more lucrative to pick a target market? Who is that market? At least this is clear: people I know are sweet and supportive and fabulous. And they have good taste.


I learn something every time I do a show. This time, I learned that taxes are to be feared. I'm pretty sure that, despite my peaceful demeanor in this picture, I'm thinking about IRS hecklers* and debt collectors and lawyers and Jehovah's Witnesses** who want nothing more than to collect my soul because I didn't follow statute 3.593726 under the small business filing codes.***


* I know, I know. You're just doing your job.
** I have nothing against Jehovah's Witnesses and I'm sure that my following statute 3.593726 has no effect on them wanting my soul.
*** This statute does not exist. Right?