Hello.......rain!

Good Morning, The day of the Music fest/craft fair has arrived. The past several weeks have been the most glorious sunny warm weather ever. Today it is not. Weather forecast for this weekend is not sunny nor hot.......It is interesting how several weeks of sun can make your brain forget that this is the land of rain. I found out why the fall fair is held in the summer.....according to a local there is a small window of sun and one must jump on and plan around it...Fall does not fall in that window, thus the Fall fair is held the first weekend in Aug. Apparently the second weekend in Aug. is outside that window as well.....oh well, I was missing wearing my cute yellow rubber boots (yes, there is sarcasm in my voice).....craft fair/music fest starts today at 5 and runs till Sunday...wish me luck!!

"playing" craft fair

I have spent a silly amount of time nailing, name tagging, pricing, organizing, packing.....and I still have 11 frames I have yet to give my attention. I have the pictures of the "dress rehursal" (minus the 11)...I think a little nap and then some owl pin felting.....

Sleep

Sleep has taken a vacation, leaving me awake......all night.

Pricing

I don't like pricing my creativity....in fact I think it might be appropriate to pull out the hate word for this occasion. It is HARD!!!!! I wish someone could swoop in and price everything for me......I am waiting for the swoop.......still waiting!!

giggling....

I just fell down a rather steep hill covered in thorny bushes. I was walking down the path to the thrift store when I tripped, lost my balance and fell head first down a hill....giggling....The hill was so steep that it took me a bit to turn myself right way round, pull down my skirt (it was around my waist) and climb up the hill. I have skinned knees, and had to pull thorns out of my hand. The big damage was done to my neck, one side is scrapped and was full of tiny thorns. I think I have removed the majority of them, however it is a bit hard to see....it kind of hurts and my hand looks a bit puffy which is slightly worrisome considering the same thorns were in my neck.......serves me right I should have been at home felting!!!

Plan A

Plan "A" is being set in motion. What am I talking about? My finances.....we are back to plan "A" which involves selling enough to send me, art and furbies to Nelson...that's not quite true..I have enough for the travel however not enough to live apon arrival....no one needs to panic as I am viewing this as a wonderful opportunity to truly fly by the seat of my pants (hopefully they dont rip) The Fall fair....fantastic...the paper plate fish, fantastic.,.....they loved them!!! When life goes to shit throw a paper plate on your head and have a giggle...The slightly alarming thing about the fair were the vendors...they were mostly sweet elderly woman selling really lovely things for really really cheep...like a hand knitted adult hat for $10. I am fearful that my framed pieces will be too expensive and they are already priced really low...oh dear! My alarm is set for 5am (I know...insane) I am making as many owl barrettes and pins as I can....they may be the only thing I sell....so far I have 20 pins and 26 barrettes almost complete. Tomorrow, after early morning felting (may I find my inner joyful morning person!) I am walking into town to hang out with Isadore while my sister cleans her house. Her inlaws arrive tomorrow afternoon.......goodnight sleep tight...

I can't sleep...

I suppose in a way I have been avoiding writing this blog entry, writing things down tends to make things real and lasting. The Redfish was my place of employment for almost five years. The people that I worked with and for have become my family, the restraunt my home away from home. Last week I was asked to return, I said yes. It allowed me the guarantee of a paycheck apon arrival and the love and support of familiar faces. I booked my ticket on Tuesday and on Thursday the Redfish burnt down. The restraunt burnt down......I don't know were to begin, I don't know what to say.....I watched a video on the Internet.....there is a shot of the back staircase burning....the spot were every morning Ken (my toothless, grumpy, wonderful day cook) and I would have our morning cigarette, the same spot were gossip was exchanged and Roxy would hang out while I would run around the corner to the thrift store, the kitchen guys would feed her bacon..it is the restaurant were I had my first art show and my first taste of clam chowder. Virtually every person I know in Nelson is somehow connected to it, it had an identity of it's own. As I sat in the woods a million miles away I was unable to call anyone, in loo of a phonebook I would call the Redfish to get phone numbers..someone was always there...not anymore. In this moment I feel very far away....I am thinking of all of you and sending love!