Of finds and trash

A long day was spent garage/estate/antique shopping Friday with Sciarrino and my mom. Since I do set my own hours it’s been quite a while since I’ve gotten up when there’s a six on the clock, and oh I don’t like it. But it is so worth it to get up early and get moving. Here we have to be weary of the pushy men and women who tend to hoard the goods. But, surprisingly, there were not many out Friday. So we were able to treasure hunt in relative peace.

First Stop: the bank, cash is essential, no use bartering without it. We also took along mesh shopping bags, change, the carry all basket, a tape measure, and hand wipes.

The estate sales: not many Friday. I know some people think it’s weird to dig through dead people’s stuff, but here’s what I think. I think when I go I want some one to find the treasures that I loved and re-purpose them as their own. So their families don’t want an old Pyrex container, let me love it, right? Agree or not, this is usually the best place to find stuff, just not this day.

Garage

Garage sales: these are really hit and miss. This time: some jars, an old card game, a five dollar tape measure worth every penny, a one dollar book on painting with perspective, has a great cover that I plan on framing, a "lunch lady apron" that is orange and zips down the front, for messy projects, also a dollar. Fifty cents for a camping log book. The carport this sale was in smelled HORRIBLE, but I toughed it out. Going to pull the pages out of the book and scrapbook with it.

Barn

Barn sales: the further off the beaten path the better. And the one we went to was glorious. I saw people leaving with huge metal tubs and cool things, but no reason to feel bitter. I got 2 sets of metal double point needles (something ON my list) for a quarter, and my mom spotted a fantastic HUGE double boiler for me for three dollars. I’m going to use it for dying, it’s so perfect. And today on my way home from the post office I saw another estate sale and stopped in for a quick look around, same boiler, only eight dollars.

Antique

Antique shops: they can really rip you off, but I still think good deals can be found. We went to Aurora, the town basically is a huge antique mall. They even have a sweet architectural selvage place. I had staked out this place with Bj, but his old stuff stamina is not that high (I like to really take my time and look around). Let’s just say I came home with 95 jars. But I did find some treasures for myself: a cool "Spaceship to Mars" record for kids (I want to do a space nursery some day), something funny for Kay, that I finally found a good price on (gonna mail it out soon!), a old enamel letter "A", and my big purchase was a 30 dollar moses basket. It’s pretty big, but I really liked the flat woven sides and hand nailed bottom. Going to tuck it into my storage unit for "someday" and then knit one of those lace edges for it from the Mason Dixon book.

All and all a good day, so glad Sciarrino took the day off to drive around with my mom and I. I spent today working and scrapbooking. Three actual layouts done, and updated my knitting scrapbook with my new finished works. I’ll scan in tomorrow and post. Now, to bed!

I want to keep them all, is that bad?

I have been a jar making manic. My last batch of jars went like crazy cheetah fast. And when I woke up the night after putting them on people were emailing me "um where are all the jars?" So I wanted to make up a much bigger batch this time, but of course they are not an easy thing to whip out because I want to make each one special. I had great light last night in the setting sun and got some jar beauty shots.
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I’m doing a new thing (well an old thing) where I make some of my jars with really kickin cool jars. So I have more pictures than usual for each jar so people can see what the actual glass is like.
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I think these little just for fun ones are still my favorite. So tiny, so cute! Okay all my tags are the same size, so scroll up and see how tiny it looks on that big jar. Also I finally got a new black ink pad, love new ink pads. I haven’t sent out a newsletter with these yet, so you might still be able to get a jar here. Oh and click on the "more photos" button to see other views of the jars.

Free Association Wednesday

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I’m immature, what can I say? Just comment on the first thing that came into your head. A story a quote, one word totally unrelated, what ever you like. If you need help see the first Free Association Wednesday.

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p.s. I love it when you comment, I really do.

Happy Things

More happy things, love happy things.
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1)This seriously cool shirt Bj got me to support Invisible Children.

2)I’m tan. Okay not really, but I look tan because of my new favorite beauty product:
Vaseline Healthy Body Glow Daily Replenishing Moisturizer & Touch of Self Tanner (phew long name). I got this at Target because it was the cheapest one (4.84) and can’t believe how good it works. Let’s face it, I live in Oregon and need a little jump start!

3)Bike riding 2 days in a row. Tonight with Sciarrino. All around, through the community gardens. Ahh. Thanks Bill for getting my seat position right, it’s so much easier to ride!

4)Friends who take flattering pictures. Love ya Sciarrin.

My_bike

5)My bike. Actually purchased a few weeks ago. I got a Trek (in the lowstep baby, oh ya) and the guy was like, "oh, it also comes in this green color if you want." Um, if I want?!?!?! Yes please. I haven’t really talked about the bike because I didn’t want to until I got out and road it. I love it. I got it to ride to the post office (because Ribbon Jar is eco friendly like that), which is 3.5 miles away, so 7 mile round trip. I have bags and stuff that hold all the packages, and I’ve done the trip twice. My goal is to do it everyday that is possible (some days have way too many packages).

6)Nora’s new cabinet. Oh and in case you did not notice, it is exactly the same as the one in the beginning of Ghostbusters, which I just happen to get today from NetFlix.

7)Movie quotes: "Symmetrical book stacking, just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." "You’re right no human being would stack books like this." "Listen!… Do you smell something?"

8)The finished project high. Still feeling good about my EBK project. I forgot the to add the details, here they are now: Debbie Bliss, The Baby Knits Book, Dress with Lace Edging Pg. 92

8.5)Library books (above mentioned book is on loan to me). Free = more money for yarn people.

9)Lace, is it really this easy!?!?!?

10)Links. Isn’t bloggin fun. 🙂

Better Than A Punch

I got it people:

Other Person: "You look so young"

Me: "Well, you certainly look your age, what is it? 50?"

ahhahahhahah. In better news, I got to call the winner of my guess the yardage contest yesterday, Laura. It was so much fun. I told her she won and she was like, NO! And I was like YES!
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She guessed there were 84 yards in here and was the closest. There are actually 89, it’s a really big jar. I thought more people would guess higher considering the clue was that the tags on all my jars are the same size. And since I list how many yards are in all the other ones I thought someone would get it, but hey at least I have a really happy winner!

The next person I’m punching

Seriously, this can’t be happening to me. I’ve regressed. I mean I might as well give back my college degree because everyone treats me like an a frigin five year old. Okay yes that is an exaggeration, but this whole age thing has gotten out of control. Let me set up a little picture for you.

A nice business woman who has some free time in her schedule and wants to make a little difference in the community decides to volunteer at the hospital (that would be me, the nice WOMAN). So she goes to the orientation meeting. She is so excited! She has been waiting weeks to go and can’t wait to learn about the volunteer opportunities. She sits down with the rest of a big group and listens to the spiel. Then the coordinator lady breaks everyone into two groups, "Students come to the front and adult volunteers back here please." So the 25 year old business woman (who took the time to not only put on make up -including mascara, but also nice clothes and earrings) heads to the back. Where the bitchy lady informs her, "Excuse me but you need to go up to the front." "Why?" Says the business woman. "Because we want all teenagers up front." "I am twenty five." says the business woman. "Oh. Well are you a student?" "No," Says the business woman, "I graduated years ago and now own my own company." "Oh," Says the snotty lady, "Fine you can come back here."

Dude was I pissed off, like so pissed off. Then it just got worse. All of the adults were supposed to say why they were there and how they would like to help. I was in the middle of saying that I own the Ribbon Jar, and work and home and wanted to be out in the community more when the coordinator interrupted me in front of everyone and said, "Am I the only one who thought she was 17?" followed by disgusting laughter.

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I am telling you here and now. The next person who does this to me is getting a fist in the face. Now, granted I do not, and have never had great upper body strength, but I’m willing to give it my all.

And since we are on the subject of dillholes treating me like a moron (seriously people speak slowly to me, why do they do that?) I’d like to bring up something else that happened this weekend. I didn’t think it had anything to do with the guy thinking I was young, but now I kinda do.

We were at Lumpy’s, a golf discount store. I was there with Bj, Brent, and my Dad. I was watching Dad try out some clubs in the back and Bj brings me these kick ass golf shoes to look at (I don’t have any). I say, "Oh those look nice, I’ll go check them out." So I head over to the shoe department wearing greenish khaki shorts, a tank top and flip flops and holding the sample shoe. I walk over to the Echo area and start to check them out. A salesman intercepts me.

"Hi, I’m looking for this shoe."

"We don’t have your size."

I stand there like, what? I didn’t even tell you what size I am! "I wear a seven and a half or eight."

Salesman: "Sorry we don’t have any."

Me: "I don’t carry about color or even style really."

Salesman, "Here’s a 36," He says chucking a box at me, "but it probably won’t fit." Then he takes the sample shoe out of my hands and walks away.

People a 36 is like, I don’t know, a size 6US, not even close to my size. After he clears out of the shoe area I see the following sizes stacked up: 36, 37, 38, 39. WHAT THE HELL PEOPLE!!! Someone would tell me if I looked like an alien or smelled wouldn’t they? I do not know what is going on in the world. I am a nice friendly customer!

Help. I’m fielding suggestions, I want to look older but it can not involve surgery or high heals. Oh and also I have very little funds to work with.

Thanks.

Up to 1 inch

There are some things people born in Oregon just know. If a weatherman says that it may rain up to an inch that basically means it’s going to be raining from when you wake up until when you go to sleep and there will be no good light to take the pictures you need to take. But you know what I still went swimming this morning – you can’t let the (rain) man get you down!