Where to start…

Just another day in paradise...

Just another day in paradise…

As I sit here typing, I realize I’m listening to my daughter in the basement singing to some song I can’t hear because she has earbuds in while she sands and primes the boards and beadboard we are putting on her “new” bathroom ceiling tonight.  I’m simultaneously listening to my son up in Avery’s “new” room singing his little heart out (and even occasionally replaying songs to learn the lyrics better) to some very loud Weird Al Yankovic while he finds the studs in the walls with a device emitting constant and EAR SPLITTING beeps.  I’m smelling something spicy cooking in the ole Ninja Cooker, and still wearing my p.j.s at 2:55 in the afternoon.

This is from last week or the week before or the one before.  Who knows?  It's all the same loooong snow day anymore.

This is from last week or the week before or the one before. Who knows? It’s all the same loooong snow day anymore.

Yep, it’s another snow day.  Yep, it’s March 3rd.   The kids have only gone to school 1 Monday in the last 5.  Yep, this is getting old.

I love my kids, I really do, and they are obviously not just sitting around complaining about being bored, but they’ve stayed home from school a lot this winter when they weren’t supposed to be here (along with probably 90% of the rest of America’s school aged children…I bet liquor companies are making a killing from parents spending entirely too much time with their off spring on these “school days”).  It’s put me even further behind on a million projects.  Right now, I have 3 blog posts half written and a ton of photos taken but not edited on projects I’m “working” on, and all of my rooms are either piled with boxes of stuff I’m selling or taking to a show or “putting on easy”, or they are draped in fabrics with sewing machines and thread and scrapes on just about every horizontal surface, or they are just suffering from my lack of motivation time to clean them.

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So anyway, I thought I’d start with something that I’ve managed to finish up…the 2 Friends and Junk show The Peppered Peony took part in in Joplin.  It was the first time I’d done a show like this where it’s all about selling good ole repurposed junk.  More importantly, it was an opportunity to get out of the house I had been trapped in for months, and my kids weren’t going coming with us.  Instead, my mom and aunt drove up from TX to help and keep us company.  Sweet.  Grown ups.

The Wednesday night before show weekend, John and I worked like crazy packing up our car and the trailer we’d borrowed trying, not completely successfully, to beat a huge system of rain blowing in on super gusty winds and bringing those hideous winter temps back after a much, much too short reprieve.

Thursday, we packed up the last of the boxes and suitcases, and I felt like maybe I had things under control.  We pulled out of the driveway at noon only to pull back in at 12:10 because, of all the crap I had put in that trailer, I hadn’t put in a chair for ME to sit in while I cashiered or just needed to take a load off.  Trust me, my mom and aunt were glad I turned that car around.  My confidence started to crack a bit.  I hoped this wasn’t an ominous sign of how the weekend was going to go.

Back on the road again I started thinking of all the things that I’d done to prepare and started to worry that I was deluding myself, but tried to act casual so John wouldn’t suspect I was doubting myself.  The car and trailer were being blown all over the road which just added to my tension.  On the outside I was reading my book, but on the inside my mind was going a million miles an hour while my heart was sinking further into my stomach with swerve of the car.  I really had no idea what to expect at 2F&J as  the other show I’d done in December turned out to be the entirely wrong type of show and crowd for my junk chic wares even though the brownies and popcorn flew off the shelf.  Once Avery turned on her inner Granny Jo (my mom – the person who can and has successfully sold just about everything from restaurant supplies, to makeup to funeral plans – Her motto: I know you’re glad to see me because you have been needing what I have), I adjusted course and was able to accept my error in judgement.  More on that craft show another time.  I’ll just say Avery hasn’t ever met a stranger or anyone who wouldn’t benefit from buying one of my decadent brownies or gourmet popcorn.

My really cool booth at the Christmas Craft Show that was a great backdrop for selling brownies and popcorn.

My really cool booth at the Christmas Craft Show that was a great backdrop for selling brownies and popcorn.

Anyway, we were pulling into the parking lot of the convention center when we saw these ladies standing by their van waving their arms looking panicked.  We stopped only to find that they had hit the dip on the way in a little quick, and their completely full trailer had popped off the hitch of their van.  These poor girls, who’d driven like 7 hours from Throckmorten, TX in that same punishing wind, were already looking exhausted.  They shivered in their quickly tossed on and wholly inadequate sweatshirts in the 20 degree temps with 30mph winds howling in their faces.  Of course we were going to stop, but I wasn’t sure what we could do.  There was a flurry of talk about getting a jack put under the trailer when John just walked over, straddled the van’s hitch, picked the trailer’s hitch up and pulled it onto the ball again.  I think if I hadn’t been there those girl’s from Joli Jonque would have kissed him.  The guys who’d showed up before us who’d just been standing there with their hands on their hips would have liked to have punched him out for making it look so easy to fix it while they did nothing.  The girls kept saying thank you until I finally said, “No.  Thank you because now we have something to laugh about the rest of the afternoon.  This was hilarious!” So sorry I don’t have a picture of it, but that might have been pouring salt into the wound.  They were already being good sports laughing with us, but let’s not push it.

So back in the car we went for the short block or so to the unloading area. We we’re one of the first to check in, and as soon as I saw the super cool entrance decorated with old couches and a corrugated tin roof (no photos here either, just too overwhelmed), the RV dress shop parked INSIDE  in addition to meeting the JJ girls, I knew I was in the right spot.  I knew this was going to be my crowd.  I knew everything was going to fall into place.  Confidence restored.

Are you kidding me?  Adorable!

Are you kidding me? Adorable!

The clean slate...

The clean slate…

In the creative zone...

In the creative zone…

The mostly finished product...

The mostly finished product…

Even if I didn’t sell a thing, I was excited because I knew going to learn a lot from these other “junk-tique”vendors.

 

These were my neighbors (and new friends) from Junk Trunk Antiques and Alley Katz Antique Emporium.  And no, I didn't get one of those awesome crowns, but I'm sure enough getting one from them later.

These were my neighbors (and new friends) from Junk Trunk Antiques and Alley Katz Antique Emporium. And no, I didn’t get one of those awesome crowns, but I’m sure enough getting one from them later.

Sorry for the terrible lighting in this picture.  It's the only one I have of the front of this totally cool booth, and I simply had to share it.  @ Friends and Junk - Joplin

Sorry for the terrible lighting in this picture. It’s the only one I have of the front of this totally cool booth, and I simply had to share it. 2 Friends and Junk – Joplin

 

A couple of the girl's from Joli Jonque

A couple of the girl’s from Joli Jonque at the 2 Friends and Junk show Joplin

 

Even my tiny little booth made it onto their FB page which is a biggish deal since they had 165 vendors.

Even my tiny little booth made it onto the 2F&J FB page which is a biggish deal to me since they had 165 vendors and this was my first “real” show..

There were also other vendors there selling new products, clothes, toys and such, but the majority were in the business of selling my favorite kind of stuff, rusty, farmhouse, shabby chic goodies.

Probably my favorite shop was Tarnished Charm .  I liked everything about it including it’s darling owner, Ivy.  She so talented, and really sweet.  She takes vintage jewelry and makes it into really fabulous new pieces.  If you click on the link to her FB page and scroll down to Jan 28-ish, you may or may not see the present I may or may not be getting for Mother’s Day.  Wink, Wink.

Saturday morning rolled around, and the line to enter was out the door.  Woohoo!  We were pretty busy that first morning, but slowed way down  after that.  The traffic flow wasn’t quite as heavy as we expected, and the customers weren’t quite as into decorating as I’d hoped, but I really did learn a lot.  I  also had a very good and relaxing time with John, mom and Carolyn Sue which I needed more than I knew.  I also made  some new friends and even managed to walk out of there with a neat, if  little, profit after all the expenses were paid.  I even got invited to another show with a different company after it was over.

This was one of my favorite moments.  This was the sweetest family.  The great grandmother hugging her great granddaughter to her so tightly while she shopped with her granddaughter.  The granddaughter never gave a hint she was at all worried about her grandmother's strength holding out.  They were all just enjoying each other.  What a treat.

This was one of my favorite moments. This was the sweetest family. The great grandmother hugging her great granddaughter to her so tightly while she shopped with her granddaughter. The granddaughter never gave a hint she was at all worried about her grandmother’s strength holding out. They were all just enjoying each other. What a treat.

When it was all said and done and packed away, we finally agreed to a place for our final dinner together***(inside joke for my mom – J and I actually almost got into a knock down drag out over finding a place to eat that we all wanted and that didn’t have a 45 min wait).  It was National Margarita day so we celebrated it and our successful show accordingly at El Vaquero and indulged in a really excellent meal.  I’m just sorry John’s meal was so paltry since he was trying to eat light.

LOL John!  BTW…the baby in the background was soooo cute.  She was feeding another baby he same age.

LOL John! BTW…the baby in the background was soooo cute. She was feeding another baby he same age.  Proof I guess that girls try to control boys eating habit from th beginning I guess.  He didn’t seem to mind though.

 

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***I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t publish it because I had to stop to talk to my hubby who was in a bit of a mood when he got home, finish dinner, serve dinner and eat with my family, clean up, learn how to use our new paint sprayer from a still crabby hubby, paint the stuff Avery primes in this post, clean out said sprayer for what seemed like an eternity, have a little fuss with hubby who let me know my paint job was a mess, fixing said paint job as well as I could, cleaning the paint brush I used to fix while listening to hubby tell me why his day was not very good (which certainly helped how I looked at his mood), changed out of the paint covered clothes and pinned the hem of Avery’s concert dress for her band performance tonight so she could put in a new temp hem (that girl has got to stop growing!) before I got to sit back down at the computer.  THIS is why the blog doesn’t get written regularly, and I didn’t even have to take anyone anywhere all night.  John did.  I guess it’s a good thing my book club got postponed.

 

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  1. Gary Kerr July 10, 2014 at 3:07 am #

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