Quite the Weekend

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
Hey, I'm tired, blatent ripoffs should be excused!

Ok, let's do the worst first: Friday night, we packed the car and got all ready to leave early Saturday a.m. We get to bed about 1 a.m.; nerves keep me awake until at least 2 and probably closer to 2:30. No big deal; I'll sleep tomorrow.

Well, no sleep in the car, no big deal. I'll sleep tonight.

Katie didn't sleep. Ok, not quite true. She slept for my parents while we were out with my sister and brother-in-law. She woke up when we got home and screamed or fussed for the entire rest of the night. If we were home, we would have let her scream and fuss after a bit BUT, of course, we were not home and there were other people to consider (though, frankly, given my mother's habit of crashing and banging around in the early a.m. and waking everyone up at ungodly hours, I don't know why we bothered!). So, we didn't sleep. At all. I finally gave up at 7:30 a.m. and got up to let John get a couple hours since he had to drive. I called in sick to work Sunday night. I just couldn't do it.

Ok, that's the worst of times...

The show? Went *ex-treme-ly* well!! Sold a ton of stuff and, what was most gratifying to me, even beyond the profit, was that people bought multiple items so I know they really liked my stuff and weren't just buying out of obligation. I have since heard that my sister's friends are asking when she's going to have another one!! WOOHOO!!!!!! If I can keep up doing shows at that magnitude, I will meet my goal of turning a profit within two years. Praise the Lord and pass the jewelery pliers.

Now I gear up for the Manchester Art Association show a week from Sunday. :) Feeling much better about this whole thing? I am indeed!

Thanks for asking, SmileyMamaT!

A Pictorial Update

My beautiful fuschias, because I promised...



Bleeding Heart at the front steps:


Her first ponytail. She looks so grownup. Whimper.


But she's still my baby... This one is for my late Aunt Ann who, one Christmas, gave every single person in my immediate family Groucho glasses (including my grandmother).

Wicked Nervous

So. Saturday is fast approaching. I have my first jewelry home party/exhibit on Saturday. I get to put my artistic vision out there to be loved and admired and purchased... or ignored.

It's a home party, you say; everybody that goes to those knows they're expected to buy something. True enough. So I was looking forward to it. It's at my sister's; she's a born saleswoman with a lot of friends.

(There's a "but" coming, can you tell?)

BUT she's now selling Bijou handbags and plans to sell those at the party as well. Poof, my sales go up in smoke. Or patent leather. Whichever.

Eh, don't mind me. I'm just wicked nervous.

And neurotic.

That too.