Luluz

What is everyone bitching about? New Facebook, old Facebook, bla bla...get over it! You'd think they changed it to japanese and smeared poop all over it! The wise words of Christy Hayes Kuntz delivered to me via Facebook by Melanie Peterson-strahan

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 13:38:00 +0000

There is a bru-ha-ha brewing over on Facebook. Apparently something has changed. I have to admit I haven't noticed much difference, but things are oft times a little blurry in Luluville and details kinda go by the way side. But it did get me thinking.

When Geff first told me about FB years ago I joined up and then couldn't really figure out how it would really fit into my life. Why would I use that? Sorta like I feel about Tweeter now.

I think it might have been Timi who first really got me to listen to the virtues of FB. The connectivity of it, the community of interest that you can create with it. So I started tentatively using it. And I kinda loved it.

By nature I am a smart ass, a quick wit is highly prized in the Morrison/Hinds household. Translate to FB and you can end up in a whoop ass of trouble. So along with most of the rest of FB users I stumbled along, finding my path. And this is what I have found.

FB works great for me with my friends, it is huge for my busness, 2 Sat. No cheaper advertising than just posting about who, what, where and when. Hundreds of folks that are interested can get excited along with you about the event.

Yesterday my friend Janet's dog died, everyone was there, right there at the wake. Anyone who had met Bodie knew what a great dog he was. Such a gentle and kind spirit. We were all there supporting her and feeling her loss. That kind of community has value.

What I do not like about FB, and what I have been a part of on more occasions than I would like to admit is the snarky, whining, pissing match, nasty FB, the passive aggressive FB. My lovely friend Deb won't have any part of it. It's like Walmart is to me, a evil empire that should be avoided at all costs. Deb likes her information given to her face to face, and with a hug ( for the love of God) if at all possible.

So this is where I have landed with FB. For my Show, it is amazing, nothing except national magazine exposure even comes close to help get the word out immediately and with photos better than FB can. Thanks Timi. Personally I like being connected, having a family of 3, (Geff, Drew and I) there is a sense that I am pretty alone here most days. But I can jump on FB and find out what Todd is doing in Edmonds and what Linda is doing in Burton Texas. Although I don't really know Todd all that well and live far away enough from his store that I have never been there, via FB I get a peek of his humor and what his everyday life is like. And so when I do see him I feel like we have had several casual conversations that have helped me know him better. With Linda who I do know really well I get to see her and Ludmils treasures and as in today am hoping that there will be some information about the Marburger set up posted so I can feel like I am there, sharing with her all the excitement. When I am feeling lonely and a bit cut off, I go on FB, and without leaving my home feel connected to what I like to think of as my expanded Tribe.

I am reminded of a comedian that amused me when he did a bit about seeing a teen ager gasping and rolling her eyes about her cell phone taking to long to tell here where the nearest Taco Bell was, he said it is going to outer space, give it a minute.

Ideas

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 08:40:00 +0000

Something to ponder the next time we start to get our panties in a knot about copy cats.
Just saying......

JuneBug 2011

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 23:50:00 +0000

Love Cel and Glad, love this show.
I don't do near as many shows as I used to, having one of my own sorta takes away from doing to many shows. But I love this show. It is good. The vibe is good and happy. If you haven't been make plans to go this year. Deb, Garden Party, will be next to me and we might even have some kind of get up from Shelly ala Bungalow Bling. Although I am not sure if Shelly knows about this yet. It would make Cel so happy if I would just try and dress up. So make plans to come by. I have a ton of stuff that I have hoarded for this show. Hope to see you there.

Frona's Potato Salad

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 18:33:00 +0000

My mother, Frona, was a legendary cook. She was French, but country French. She was not classically trained and her sister were really much better "Bakers". Frona knew the feel of food, she would awake one morning and say to my Father, Zig, "Zig, we must dig the potato's today". Now Zig was not all that keen on any activity that would take him away from a game of any kind broadcast over any airway, anywhere. He would roll his most beautiful break your heart sky blue eye irish eyes and say, For the love of all that is Holy women why today? And she would answer that they spoke to her in the night and they needed to be dug this very day. Football be damned the spuds needed to be unearthed and so they were.

All year long we would eat those "spuds", stored in foul smelling burlap, which I still dislike, in the wisteria covered root cellar. Being that my dad was Irish we ate a lot of potatoes, Zig felt a keen relationship with the spud once it was unearthed and would have eaten it at every meal. Me not so much. But Frona did make some amazing things with those spuds. And for a end of summer treat I made Frona potato salad yesterday. And after reading on Second Shout Out about potato salad for the Labor day week end I thought you might like to try Frona's Style Potato Salad, it is easy and my favorite although until this weekend realized that I had not made it in years.

So, this is a egg and potato salad
Boil eggs and potatoes, I usually use about 6 eggs to about 6 potatoes, but of course the potatoes are larger, when the potatoes are finished and drained but still very hot, this is one of the "Frona" things, salt and pour pickle juice over them. Yesterday we used sweet gerkins, cuz that is the type of pickle that she used. Although the made her own. But depending on your taste any pickle juice will do. eggs, potatoes, and lots of pickles and sweet onion. Sometimes other stuff would get thrown in, but those are the basic ingredients. The dressing is Salad Dressing or Mayo, equal part regular yellow mustard, some "top milk" which ment cream, more pickle juice and Frona's secret ingredient to all fine cooking some sugar. Mix well, should be a bit runny but not thin. Mix in with the taters and have your self a cook out.

I had this for breakfast this morning and it was mighty darn good. Not as good as Frona's but pretty good.

What I did this summer

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 13:35:00 +0000

I grew a tiny patch of sweet peas.

The first seeds that I planted around Mothers Day just rotted in the ground. It was a long straight row and had room for a very elaborate system of white string, split cedar posts, and wire.

Discouraged I threw some seeds in around the end of June against my garage wall, mind you I did not soak the seeds, (figured anything in Washington would get soaked enough at this point) made not a bit of attempt to make a straight line and only had about a dozen seeds left over from the extravaganza that rotted in the ground.

Every little seed grew.

I am still bringing in a fresh smelling, wonderfully perfect, bouquet every day.

Eventually I got Geff to string some left over twine up against the garage on some nails so they would have somewhere to climb and now they are mixing with the passion flower that has almost taken over the entire garage.

Lesson learned.

Sometimes the best laid plans run ascu, especially when dealing with nature.

I love to read.

I ran into someone at the store the other day and was asked what I had been doing all summer.

And I said reading.

They told me that they wish that they had time to read.

Time to read? I do have time.

I don't watch Television at night.

I have always had time to read. What kind of life has no time to read?

I also listen to books on my, here it comes, iphone.

Some books need to be read. Word by word. Sometimes a book is better listened to.

I have read Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth 2x.

And this summer I listened to it twice.

I think I got more understanding out of listening to it. It was dense and hard for me to read, but to hear him read it. That is a real gift

Rules of Civility, by Amor Towels

I read. It was lovely. The use of language was perfect and I totally was there in the moment with those characters. I wanted to hang out with them as long as they allowed me to. I was sad to say good bye.

I listened to Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness, by Alexandra Fuller.

I was laughing out loud with in minutes.

So wonderful. And funny and smart.

I read a few political books, cuz I think I should, since I refuse to listen to the news on Television and my only source is the BBC or NPR.

My favorite was, Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime. by John Heilemann and Mark Halperin. This was recommended to me by a high school friend that I have reconnected with thru FB. It was a amazing read.

Geff and I shared a listen to a book named The Sociopath Nextdoor, by Martha Stout.

Very helpful. Should be required reading for anyone that has had an encounter that leaves them bruised, stalked and confused.

I read or listened to some books on religion.

Love and can not get enough of listening to or reading Joseph Campbell and have listened to and read the power of myth more times than I can count. Anything by him is worth reading. Jane Austin. The Little House on the Prairie Books..........

This summer I totally indulged myself.

And it was wonderful.

There is something about having a book....to fall into.

I learned to read early.

Reading saved my life during childhood.

A book is a portal to everything.

Being allowed a opportunity to have the greatest thinkers and storytellers talk to me .

That is bliss.

I learned this summer that I am lucky, happy.

I love the people in my life.

Linda marcov can no longer go anywhere for such a long period of time with out a phone.

I love the fact that the Junk Tribe is mostly happy and doing well, mostly.

We are Junk People and tend toward grumpy and sarcastic behavior, with a dash of malcontent throw in.

I am ready.

Antie up

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 01:22:00 +0000

I admit, I live in an odd lululand most of the time. This morning was no exception.

At 6am I called my friend Virginia, the only other person I know will be up at 6am and talking. I had just finished a sleep study in which I found out there is nothing wrong with my breathing. So leaving TG I think coffee with Virginia sounds like a good idea.

Now the Virginia had not been spotted for several days by me so I'm wondering what is going on with her. On the phone she starts in telling me about bumping into some ants on a bush and getting bit. For those that may not know Virginia, she is a delicate blossom, she suffers from horrible allergies, do not even talk about Burts Bees to her. I'm thinking "Virginia those weren't ants, you were probably allergic to the bush. " I say to Virginia I need to see these "bites", cuz you know I know everything. She goes on to tell me that they stung like nettles, I'm arollin my eyes.

Now I have this long dress on, to the ground long, and I tell Virginia I'll meet you at Starbucks in 1/2 hour. I go flouncing out the door to solve this ant mystery, driving in my van my legs start feeling like (hold it) nettles are brushing against them. By the time I get to Starbucks I am frantic, I see Virginia and tell her to grab the bathroom key. She responds without a single question asked, that's what a good true friend does, and opens the door for me, we pile in together I rip off my dress, ants crawling all over the inside of my dress. ANTS. I love it when the Universe lets me know who's in charge. Thanks Virginia, once again you saved my ..........

Connected

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 07:57:00 +0000

I am a believer in woo-woo.

One of the reasons that I love the internet is because it connects us. All of us.

I am a only child from a family that both on my mother and fathers side had no children. I had 12 aunts and uncles and a grandmother that actively raised me. They were immigrants, from Ireland and France.

They were connected, everyday connected.

I grew up on a working farm, it was where we got food. It was where all my aunts and uncles on my mothers side of the family (the french) got their food. What I did everyday on that farm, milk the cow and the goat, gather the eggs, feed the chickens and pig. Those were not "chores" they were what I did to eat. Connected. It wasn't like making my bed or drying the dishes, I could wrangle out of that. Feeding and milking=eating. And not just for me, for us all. I was connected to all of that. I believe I had a rich childhood.

As an adult I look for connections, I had a shrink tell me one time to find my "Tribe". I found those folks when I started to buy and sell Junk. They got me and I them. They are whimsical gypsies. They find ugly and turn it into beauty. Artists of life. That is why I love to be a part of 2nd Saturdayz. Connected

I have spent a lot of time unbusy this summer, mostly reading and pondering.

And these are the recurring themes that keep coming back into my head. Weather you believe that 2 naked fools started the entire population of this planet, or that we all came from a speck of dust that exploded, we all, all came from the same spot. I just read a book by a physicist that I could barely understand. But what I got from his work was how connected the entire planet is, on a molecular level we are connected.

I have spent several years learning about how to set boundaries, how to marginalize people and things that do not have similar expectations of how a life well lived looks.

Now I feel ready, ready to be connected in a more meaningful way. I am not sure where that path will take me. But I am already on it and unwilling to turn back.

My question for this journey is what makes the world the way it is? and what am I doing to contribute to it? If you have an answer that you have found helpful, can you let me know?

Connected.

Ahhhhhhh summer

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 17:32:00 +0000

I know that most folks probably like bed more in the fall and winter, snuggle and warm. But I love a bed in the summer.

When I was a kid we always had a real bed, an old iron frame bed, set up out side. It was next to the cutting garden behind the garage near the yellow plum tree. And it was really beautiful, always stacked with old matelasse's and old camp blankets, so thin and worn you could almost see thru them. Sometimes my uncle Joe would rig up a huge mosquito net about the whole thing.

I would lay out there and read. With what ever critter I could wrangle into hanging out with me. The light was dappled and the garden with strawberries, peas, and carrots was near by.

That is why I love me a summer bed.

Some things I know for sure.

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 03:50:00 +0000

What ever you pay attention to grows, for better or worse.

The only thing I am the best at is being myself.

2nd Saturdayz makes me feel very proud.

I am lucky. I am lucky. I am lucky.

this is why I should stay inside........

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Sun, 29 May 2011 20:39:00 +0000

On Facebook a few days ago I posted that I had had a odd evening out in South Tacoma. This is what happened.

Do you ever go in a food fit? You know where you have not eaten all day and all of a sudden you realize that you are crazy hungry and can not make a single good decision until you get something to eat? Well I was having one of those moments and Geff offered to take me to Safeway to the deli to get some chicken strips, which of course they were out of then some stoned guy dropped a gallon of Lemonade, then the guy who crowded in front of me and another women took all the chinese food that was left and we were told the cook would not make anymore because it was 7pm. In South Tacoma no one gets to eat deli food after 7pm. I had stood in line for 1/2 hour to get this bit of good news, so Geff decided a rare Mc Donalds run was in order. He went in so that no events could happen with the drive thru, but none the less events happened.

Where Geff parked was near the drive thru and I noticed or rather heard a car in the area with that boom boom boom thing going on, the base turned up so loud coming from such huge speakers that not only were his windows shaking but mine were too. As he turned the corner toward me I was shocked to see thru a 1/2 rolled down window a baby in a car seat literally sitting on top of one of the speakers and shaking with each thud. Visual, new shiny black Cadillac, dark dark windows, young hispanic male. I got out of the Subaru. I always am sure that given information folks will want to make good decions and of course I believe that I should dispense information to everyone. I used to wear a button that said "everyone is entitled to my opinion". So I approached the young man, fat old white women, and commented on what a sweet little baby he had, 3 months old he said, and I mentioned that he was probably destroying that babies hearing with the music turned up so load, such fresh delicate eardrums......"mind your own business lady", "well this is something that I feel strongly about and I want to make sure you understand......" at this point he reached down between his legs, my head is in the window in full lecture mode, and he pulled out a gun pointed it at me and said to mind my own fucking business. And I turned around and climbed back into the Subaru and shook, leaving that baby to fend for herself. I had not brought my cell phone, just watched as this guy squealed out of the parking lot at the 38th St McDonalds. Geff came out with my Angus burger and a Coke and I said nothing. Wrote on my facebook about a odd encounter that was a bit scary and told no one until the next day when I was talking to my friend Linda on the phone. I felt so ashamed of not doing something.

I feel every time something like that happens something inside of me gets a little damaged.

new favorite thing

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Fri, 27 May 2011 14:31:00 +0000

the first store I ever owned was a book store, and still there are few things that make me happier than a book. Well found items being another, this book makes me so happy. I am a huge follower of Sibella Court and think that the web site, the society is designed so beautifully and so elegant, that whenever I need inspiration it is my go to site. And now (huge happy smile here) I have a book. With this and Jo Malone I can rule ............well something.

New Vendor

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 12 May 2011 04:20:00 +0000

2nd Saturdayz , May 14. Our one year anniversary. It has been quite a year. I am so proud of our market and so happy that after one year of doing the market. The market that I wanted to start so that I would always have a space, I will finally have my own space. Some things just take some time to work themselves out.

This Market will be in Snohomish, 1010 2nd st. opens at 8 am for early buy and general admission starts at 10. I get all that information in because if there is one thing that I have learned in the last year folks never tire of reading where and when, and I have a new who for this market. Geff, he was a junker long before I was and he has gathered a few choice items and will debuting at this market. This old scale is one of his items. Hope you can drop by and see his stuff.

Today

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Mon, 02 May 2011 02:46:00 +0000

Today I marched in the Sears Store with my long suffering friend Virginia and told the Sales Associate that I hated, hated my 1000.00 washing machine. That they needed to come and pick it up and I wanted one that used WATER SOAP and my favorite of the trifecta liquid BLEACH. For the love of God.

I am an only child, I had only one child, he will not be reproducing. As a child I made soap from lye and ate food that I or members of my mothers extended family grew or caught. I broke my four fingers on my left hand going thru a old wringer washer and even in the winter the sheets were hung to dry. I don't have nor have I ever had a motorized boat or camper and I dig thru and recycle junk for a living. My carbon footprint is tiny and I deserve white whites.

Today at the Sears store I explained to Tom, a Sales Associate that is even older than I am, that I wanted a washing machine that is huge, uses tons of electricity and water. I want to decide how much water to use and how much bleach to add. I do not want it to be Chartreuse ,no platforms or blue lights and, for the love, no happy songs as it starts. Tom my elderly Sales Associate said what I was looking for was the discontinued models. Tom explained that the government has issued guidelines. Guidelines on how much water, soap and bleach we can use. Apparently no such guidelines exist when the government is invading third world countries and bombing them into the middle ages. Just saying. But water and bleach.......

So I went to the discontinued warehouse where I found 3 old energy sucks, I got to thinking about buying all 3 so that if one breaks down I will have a back up. On Tuesday I will be the proud owner of a top loader cream in color no platform that uses 40 gallons of water instead of 15 and shakes like a mother when she spins. No more dingy whites. No more buttons and songs, I have a dial that says wash, and Geff got a $500.00 refund.

This, my reader marks my entrance into old ladydom and as far as I know there is only one way out. And I will be going out in clean white sheets.

I clearly need some input .

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 19:07:00 +0000

Once again I have gotten myself into a quagmire.

I need to just write it out.

So, I am not a religious person. Although some of my best friends are.

And God knows I have very few stead fast rules that I live by.

Opps story first.

I remember this like it was yesterday. Sitting at Frona & Zigz table, my parents, and all the Aunts and Uncles were there. I was in 7th grade and they were finishing dessert and fighting, as the Irish and French have a tendency to do. I believe the discussion this day was over a war somewhere, and I was eating Frona's lemon meringue pie and thinking about other stuff. And my oldest Irish Aunt, Kad, turned and looked toward me and said what is your opinion Boo? I said, "I don't have one." The table of 14 adults went silent. And Aunt Kad said, well march your ass up to your room with the Times, (meaning the new york times) and get one". And I did.

I have opinions, and frankly they can change on a dime. And this is one.

I believe in symbols. Icons.

I finally sold a dresser that I drew a swastika in when I was 6 and mad at my father. It was the worst thing I could think to do to him was draw that swastika, and then I hide it under a drawer because while I was mad at him I didn't want to break his heart.  I believe symbols have power.

I believe that if you use the word Fuck to much it loses it's impact. There are times when that word is just right for me to use. And I want to save it for those times. It occurred to me that some people talk so much that no one listens to them anymore. I have been that person.

I won't wear a rosary as jewelry. I had a really amazing rosary that I wore one day to Fremont Sunday Flea Market when I used to sell there. And a women came up and was talking and she noticed the rosary slung casually around my neck. She looked like it pained her to see something used by her as a way of communicating with God to be used so casually by me. While I think that what she believes ranks right along with the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause I respect her right to believe it. And would not want to make her feel uncomfortable for one moment for my vanity. Will I sell old rosaries and religious artifacts? Absolutely  do I treat them with respect even when packing them and unpacking them, absolutely. I do that because it makes my life richer. More meaningful, in ways more beautiful and gives meaning to small things.

This was brought to my attention by the use of a cross in a ad campaign I was offended. I do not like seeing a cross used in a commercial way. The fact that a cross holds no more meaning for me personally than a triangle does not diminish my feelings on this. It is to a large population a scared symbol. And while I clearly am totally unprepared to debate the religion on this subject my gut tells me it is wrong. If a punk rock group wants to use the cross as a symbol of defiance and disrespect I get it. They want me to feel uncomfortable, to feel unlike them, excluded. What about Walmart, how would it be if Walmart, started using a Cross for their T?   When does it become then just a T? Do we want to turn everything into something we can use to enhance ourselves and in the process diminish it's original meaning?

I readily admit to not getting most of the humans. I feel like a alien most of the time. So I need some Christians help here. Is it ok to use a Cross, the symbol of all that you supposedly believe in as a way to make money? To advertise yourself? Cuz I've taken some heat for this, by Christians. Are there not some rules about Crosses, like there is about the American Flag? Cuz Lord knows I can change my mind. But it just feels a little sad.



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Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 15:33:00 +0000

So in May we are doing a show on the road. If you are interested in being in the show as a vendor please let us know. It is a big space and we would love to fill it up, but only if we can find a really good mix of vendors. So if you have never done a show, we would love to see what you want to do. Send pix to let us get a sense of your style and product.

We are calling this The Road Show, and most, if not all of our regular vendors will be there. Along with some folks who have spent sometime on "Debs list". And we have room for more.

But first, is our April show. Which is so packed full of great vendors that Rachel, the nice lady who takes the money in the morning, may have to be suspended by a sling over the door. I love the workshop so much but we really are looking for a larger spot in Seattle. If anyone has any ideas please let us know. I would just stay in our little room forever with the 30 vendors we can squeeze in there but because of the increased popularity of the show we need more parking and just more space for customers to move about. Not a bad problem to have, but something that will need to be thought about in the next year.

We are celebrating one year of 2nd Saturdayz in May. It is a dream come true for me, Lulu, and I think Deb is having some fun to. I can not tell you how fun it is to hang out with this group of creative, interesting, gypsies. They make me laugh. Deb is the best, she keeps me sane and grounded. And Geff and Drew make is physically possible for us to do the show. I can not even begin to imagine doing the show without them. They do so much of the behind the scenes. And my friend Virginia, love Virginia. In a lot of ways Virginia is what 2nd Saturdayz is all about to me. I love that she wants to be apart of it. And God help the person who messes up her coffee table or bathrooms. Believe me, the toilet paper
situation has been gone over throughly at coffee many a morning. She also makes sure the bills get paid and we have the permits and licenses to do the show. The Junk Tribe is my dream come true. I feel like I have found my people. Thank-you.

YES!

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 03:09:00 +0000

Spring is almost here!

I got my vendor button from Serena.

My biz partner will be wondering why I am promoting a show that is months away and not ours, 2nd Saturdayz, but I love Farm Chicks.

It really is where I first thought, "this is my tribe".

And it means a lot to me to be a vendor there.

But if you would like to go to a really great show this weekend, well drive on over to Magnusan Park in Seattle and attend what Flea Market style says is one of the best little markets in the county. Along with Farm Chicks. 2nd Saturdayz. The tribe will be gathered and dancing and prancing always occurs.

Jo take me away........

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 06:45:00 +0000

I love fragrance, I know some people find having to smell anything offensive. And frankly, I just don't know what to say to them. Even the smell of someone smoking a cigarette will evoke a nice memory for me.

This is my favorite line of scents ever.

I have several and combine them so they are a bit different depending on my mood. Geff is now wearing one with his patchouli.

But this particular cream is just the best. Nutmeg & Ginger.

I wish I could give a bit of it to each of you, really it makes me so happy.

So if you are in Nordstroms, go to the Jo Malone counter and ask to smell this.

Let me know what you think.

Give me back my bag.

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 12:16:00 +0000

So this is the scene of the crime, sort of.

It looks sweet doesn't it? Like a nice person would of put together this booth and hang out in it. Well only half nice. The other half is a raving lune.

At the Flower and Garden Show today I totally lost it with a old lady from Yakima. Totally went off on her. And then I went off on my sweetheart business partner and friend Deb. It's a long show and I am sick, but that is not the reason I went out there, to totally unreasonable land. Sometimes I have just had it with the humans. They act like idiots and I believe that they need to be told that.

Here is how it happened. Deb and I were hanging out and a little lady came up to the booth with a orchid and said she needed a bag. Deb immediately got to work getting this women a bag. I said NO! Go ask the person who sold you the orchid for a bag, ....well he didn't have a bag.....well your not getting one of ours.....mean time Deb is putting the Orchid in one of our bags and trying to cover up for what a idiot I am being. The women said she was traveling to Yakima on a bus, and needed a bag. I was furious with both Deb and the women. Totally off my rocker.

You know I could try and explain why I think my behavior may have been reasonable, but it just really wasn't reasonable at all. I certainly was not being my best self, and I really feel awful about being so angry at Deb for giving an old lady a bag, for the love of God.

Ya know I am just a human, and not a particularly well equipped one at that. And sometimes I loose it with old ladies asking for bags I guess. But I am sorry about over reacting with my dear sweet as morning peach pie Deb.

tiffany chicks

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 00:32:00 +0000

Last year when I was going to the Dream Girls weekend at the Fancy Farmgirls House, aka Tiffany, about 20 minutes before I need to leave I thought, HOSTESS GIFT. I had these little ducks and chicks that I purchased at the gift show and thought I'll put a crown on a couple of them! Grabbed some moss off my front steps and viola.......it was pretty darn cute. But I kinda forgot about it and then I was looking at a post that Tiffany had about her new pink roadside find and I noticed the poultry on the top. So I made some more to take to the Northwest Flower and Garden show that Deb and I will be vendors at. And I was right they are pretty darn cute. Hope to see you there. after thought, I know these look real, but they are not. No real poultry was harmed for this craft project.

treats for our peeps

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 22:02:00 +0000

When we first started 2nd Saturdayz it was Bob's idea, of JohnBob cool junk, to give the first shoppers a little bag. Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

At the first 2nd Saturdayz the shoppers just got a bag, sometimes I would get myself organized enough to put something together for the bag, but mostly it was just Bob crafting up something cute as a thank-you to give the first 20 customers. The last few Markets some of the vendors started to bring treats and we had a bag full of goodies. That got me thinking about how 2nd Saturdayz grows and gets better. It really is a tribe effort. All of us working together to make a really sweet, good market, filled with great product and well found items.

I hear all time we should move to a larger location so we can have more vendors, we always have vendors that we can't fit in, and, that may happen. But what Deb and I really want is to have a market that we do well, that the vendors feel good and happy at and that has room to grow every month because it needs to. Not because of someones idea that bigger is better. I know our customers, I know that they are discriminating and sophisticated shoppers. I think if I see them leaving with literally truck loads of items to sell at the finest shops in Washington and Canada we may not have a huge amount, (we usually can squeeze in about 30) vendors, but we do have the right vendors. And every month I am so happy to see them and so happy to see our first shoppers and hand them Bob's bags. I never know what the vendors will bring to put in them, but I bet this month they will be once again filled with surprise, just like our Market. Hope to see you Feb 12th.

Addiction

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 06:35:00 +0000

I have been thinking a lot about addiction lately.

Our son, Drew, moved back home in Oct. He has been addicted to drugs and alcohol for the last ten years, since he was 21. Only another parent who has been thru their child's addiction can understand the heartache and terror we have felt for our only beautiful boy. At some point I just could not stand the pain anymore and just grieved as if he were already dead, that is how horrible his addition was. Geff and I would spend months not knowing if he was alive or not. I used to put posters up in downtown Tacoma asking if anyone saw him to please ask him to call his mother, that she loved and missed him. Sometimes he would, sometimes I would hear from someone else that he was still alive.

While living in Hawaii something made him wander into a Salvation Army, to get a couple of nights sleep and a shower. And for some reason he stayed, worked a program and has been clean for almost 2 years. He works hard at staying clean, goes to meetings everyday. I am so proud of what he has been able to accomplish.

Today I was talking with my friend Linda, who is not a addict in any way, and I was explaining about addiction. Talking about my addiction with food. I think of it this way, imagine the most precious, beautiful baby, a treasure beyond measure that you hold tightly to your breast. So tightly that either you nor anyone else has seen it's countenance. The idea of pulling it away is terrifying and unthinkable. No one gets to know anything about it, and really what you want is to be left alone to hold and pet it. And when you do pull it away, what you see is a hideous creature, that has suckled your health, joy and your life away from you. In the truest sense it is a demon. The easiest thing is to grab it back to you, nestle it in and forget you ever saw the truth of your treasure.

This is my year of clarity. And I hope I am as brave as my son.

a heads up.........

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 19:56:00 +0000

Check out our new Web site

www.2ndSaturdayz.com
Geff, Deb and I have been working on this little project for about 4 months, well mostly Geff with the, "how tos" and Deb and I with the, "what ifs". Our friend and web designer extrodinaire, Donna, of www.donnaclairedesign.com, gave much needed technical advise.

Deb and I wanted something unlike anything else, quirky and useful, but fun. We wanted it to reflect the show and our vendors and to give us room to grow. We are still tweaking it as we can get Geff to spend anymore time on it.

We are very proud of it, go take a look. Happy new year everyone, we got some surprises up our sleeves for 2011.

long time no........

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 03:10:00 +0000

I have been making these miniature dress forms. They are one of those things that came to me in a half sleep state. And they are one of those things that when I created it, was exactly like I imaged. I think they are darn cute, if I do say so myself and I do. I will have several at 2nd Saturdayz this weekend.

Speaking of which, there are few things that I have done that I am as proud of as this little brocante.

And I am especially excited about this months show. I love the workshop, because it is warm and filled with light. I love that I know all the vendors who will be there, and my friend Laurie, (the women owed by Charlene Butterbean) is doing her first show with us right after her return from Martha land, yes the Martha. I love that my Dream girl buddy Lisa will be there selling her fine wares, for the first time as well. Milia from Vintage Indie will be a there as well, I hear she might be sharing with a couple of her peeps. I just have a feeling that this is going to be a really lovely show. Deb has been plotting and planning and I have my little dress forms and some Snowfolks that are pretty cute. I want you to come and see it.

I hear there will be cake.

Take a mini Vacation

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 15:25:00 +0000

My friend sent me this link this morning to take a look at a show she had done, and then I spent the next hour visiting Texas thanks to the lovely pics of this excellent photographer.

If you love junk, you gotta love Texas, take a look at. Kit kat talks

inspired

noreply@blogger.com (lulu) — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 21:49:00 +0000

ok, so this is what I am talking about
I love that raw wood is being used again, everyone put the spray paint can down. For the love of God, put it down.