I participated in my first ever handmade market today, after a summer and fall of sewing and preparing. It was a day of chatting with shoppers and fellow vendors, smiling a lot, and learning. I didn't make a tonne of sales but had some good conversations, handed out a lot of business cards, and am really glad for the opportunity.
I'm also glad for these sweet people, who came to visit me. And we'll give it another go another time.
If anyone is in the market for a quilt, pillow, or cozy item, please visit my Etsy shop. Thanks!
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
then and now
Well, we have been happily living in our new kitchen for over a month now and it really has been happy and it really has been living (do we have any other rooms in the house? I don't know. I like this one so much I'll just spend all my time here). So here it is. Before and after. Before it was a skinny kitchen and a packed playroom. Now it is one long space with kitchen, dining, homework desk, craft area, and baby toys. A very liveable, clean, comfortable space. The room makes me so happy and I'm really grateful for this gift in our family life. Yippee!
BEFORE
AFTER
BEFORE
AFTER
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
new neighbours
There was some sort of terrifying wild turkey migration on my street this afternoon. They walked up the street to the mailbox, turned around, and went home. All in horrifying slow turkey-walk motion.
There goes the neighbourhood.
There goes the neighbourhood.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
dollhouse
My dad and mom made this dollhouse for me when I was 6? 7? Little. It brings me such glee to see this...
Thursday, November 9, 2017
this is me
So many thank yous to Andrea for lettering this sign. I'm going to have a table at an upcoming market. Fingers crossed that the masses like quilted things.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
homework
I suggested doing homework during the day on Saturday. Joe preferred waiting for 9:40. (Maybe after laying in bed for awhile, worrying that maybe Mom was right and maybe he should get up and do his work. Maybe.)
helpers
I walked in the door from running errands on Saturday to hear two happy voices exclaim, "Mommy! We're painting!" And so they were.
It ended when Clara stepped in the paint.
It ended when Clara stepped in the paint.
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