Help please!???

Hey!  How be everyone?  I have been busy with stuff.  We all know about stuff right?  I'd quote George Carlin but can't remember the routine well enough to do it justice. ;)

Dear friends, I need help.

And while you say, "well, duuuuhhh!" please allow me to explain.

On Friday, May 7th and Saturday, May 8th, I will be participating in my first ever Craft Fair.  

I am so very excited and nervous at the same time.

I've been thinking, listing and putting together what I want to sell.

I have my prices figured out - mostly.

What I do not know is how much stuff to have there.  

I don't want to have too much there and have shoppers take a card with a "She has plenty, I'll call her later." And I don't want to have too little there and have my table look skimpy!

I will have my cards out so someone CAN call me later of course.  But after the Craft show everything will go into my sadly empty etsy shop, Sew In Stitches.

Here's what I am thinking:

a dozen each 

 

Tissue (Like Kleenex) holders

 

 Coaster Sets of 4

Ladies aprons

Child size aprons (6 Girls and 6 Boys)

Men's aprons

Isn't this graphic just too cute!?

 

Fabric corsages

And if I have time, maybe some embroidered onsies, some tote bags and examples of my monogram work?

Mother's Day is Sunday the 9th so this will be a good time to sell some last minute gifts, yes?

Too much?  Not enough? Too varied?

Don't you want to come set up and sit with me next weekend?

I'll be at the Chatham Marketplace on 15-501 in Pittsboro, NC from 4-7 pm.  I have no clue how many crafty folks will be setting up tables.  I must e-mail the nice lady co-ordinating this and get a few answers to my "how does all this work" questions.

Thanks!  I know I can count on y'all to give me straight answers!

My Daddy - A VTT Tribute

My Daddy (as all good S'uthern Girls refer to our fathers as "Daddy" no matter how old we get) had his 83rd birthday last Saturday.

My Sister couldn't get hold of him.

Neither could I.

As usual he was out gallivanting.

Drives us crazy.

We worry.

He'll call us back in a day or two.

Last week an ol High School buddy sent me the May 23, 1969 newspaper clipping you see above.  His Dad in the tall feller on the left of the front row, Mr McMillian, our former Parole Officer.  I don't mean ours personally.  Mr McMillian served our County.

Daddy is the feller in the light suit on the other side of the front row. 

Cecil Lee Porter has always been a fashion plate. 

I bet that was a nice linen suit.

The guy in glasses on the back row was the North Wilkesboro Town Clerk. The other two youngsters on the back row were Daddy's law partners. Mr Connor was the only person I ever "let" call me Rebecca.  He'd sing-song a silly "Rebecca of Sunny Brook farm" at me. Mr. Johnson decided that he's rather be out enforcing the law rather than behind a desk practicing it. He joined the NC Highway Patrol.

My Daddy has been practicing Law since he graduated from Wake Forest Law School in 1951.

He says he will keep practicing until he gets it right!

I think all the ladies in the Court House have crushes on him.

Wicked blue eyes and charm!

He is a funny guy. Quick with the one liners and always ready with a (often inappropriate) joke.

When driving us to school he would sing along with the radio and make up new lyrics to the songs.  Think Robert Goulet singing " 'I Believe' for every drop of rain that faaallllls, a flower groooowwws" But Daddy would sing it - very dramatically - "I believe for every drop of rain that faaallllllls, there is a splat!"  Straight face. 

Seriously.

He was also prone to writing funny things on the bulletin during Church service.  We always sat on the left hand side back row of First Baptist Church.  Often the choir members and even the Preacher would see our faces red with trying not to laugh and know that Daddy was up to mischief.

Daddy proudly paraded Baby Me around in 1960 whilst having me tell everyone to "Bote Kenkey!"  I was almost one year old, my English was sub-par but he had already indoctrinated me in to proverbial smoke-filled back rooms of the NC Democratic Party.  I was urging all to "Vote Kennedy!"

There is so much more to the story of and stories about my Daddy.  

He helped raise us to be Wake Forest Demon Deacon loving bleeding heart liberal Democratic Southern Baptists.  I know that is nearly impossible, right?

Happy Birthday Daddy!

We'll catch up with you when you slow down for a few minutes.

Please be sure to stop by Suzanne's Coloradolady blog for links to more Vintage Thingy Thursday blogs!

24 Hours of Craftiness! A 24 Hour Make-a-Long

24 hours of craftiness?

Remember all nighters? Did you enjoy 'em? Dread them? 

In college we managed to break up exam time all nighters with giggles, snacks and some wicked penny poker games!

I miss the fun.  I miss the friendships shared. I miss everything (except for the studying part. My GPA proves that!)

How about 24 hours of crafting together?

Okay, not together as in all at my house or yours.  That would be fun!  But we don't have time to make all the travel arrangements - maybe next time.  Let's just craft at the same time.

Lee of do stuff! leethal blog posted about this idea earlier this week.

She says "It’s happening this Saturday (April 10th) – but the specific times are up to each individual.  Personally, I am a night person, and I know I’ll do much better staying up through till the morning than I would waking up in the middle of the night, so my times will be something like 7am-7am.  Maybe you’d do better with 3am-3am…

That’s just if you want to be hardcore and go for it all the way – but you can totally jump in as far as you want, which may only be 15 hours of making-a-long (8am-11pm?), or 10 hours even (11am-9pm?) – whatever you want to do, it’s up to you!  The idea is to have fun, not push your body too far and risk getting sick or anything, and to create things that you wouldn’t normally create! 

That brings me to the next part – what’s the point? Well, the idea is to spend this designated make-a-long time making things that you wouldn’t normally be making on a weekend day.  Either, trying new things you’ve been wanting to try, or devoting hours to things you normally rush through, or going back to projects you used to love and haven’t touched in years…… The point isn’t to sit on the couch and knit for 15 hours straight – the point is to really spend some quality time with things that don’t normally get your time."

 Hmmmm, create something I wouldn't normally create.  I like that.  I haven't sewn anything for ME since I made a dress for my wedding 4 years ago.  I have a bunch of UFO's (Sadly, I bet these will not fit - bleh!) 

I plan to sew just for me.  Maybe not for 24 whole hours.  But I bet I can knock out a new top - one or two of these.  Without the pocket and with a monogram.  Channeling my Betty Draper ya know?

Or maybe some of these darling 20 minute skirts created by Disney of ~Ruffles and Stuff~

Since I am playing along with DeStash Along 2010 I plan to use what I have on hand.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Who's with me?

Facebook anyone?

Have y'all joined FaceBook?

Have you found long lost high school buddies?

I did.

I have.

Way, way back in the summer of 1978 I took a Computer Science class.

I was a rising Sophomore at Clemson University.

 Clemson, or Clempzin if you want to say it "right," is a land-grant university nestled in the beautiful foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in upstate South Carolina.

I went there for many reasons including the strong science programs.

Annnnnd,  there was the issue of a Chemistry class I could not have passed if I could have bribed someone.  That's a story for another time.  But imagine the most curmudgeony professor and multiple him by infinity and you can guess what I faced.

Anyways, I took the computer science class hoping to fulfill my science obligations and move on to an English/OSHA major.  The instructor was a laid back sort. Perfect for summer school. He tried to teach us FORTRAN and something called Binary.  We had these index type cards that had to have holes punched in 'em to make a computer program run.

They never did what I wanted 'em to do.

The computer was housed in the huge basement of a huger building.

This is what a work station looked like.

I asked for help.

It didn't help.

Fast forward to the recent past. 

We had a computer at work.

We had a computer at home.

I taught myself some stuff.

My kids taught me most of the stuff.

The kids introduced me to Napster, instant messaging, Strong Bad and Trogdor! who, if you didn't know, likes to "burninate the peasants."  Look him up.  You'll laugh.

Jordan left for college. We chatted online any ol time we could through that Instant Messenger.

It was great.

Kat could chat with a bazillion friends online and the phone line stayed free for "old fashioned" me.

Along came Myspace and then FaceBook.

In the last couple of years, via Facebook, I have been able to keep up with all our kids (including the friends of our actual children,) find old friends, connect with new friends, send hellos to relatives and simply have way too much fun!!!!

There have been a couple of folks who asked to "be my friend" that I thought had probably forgotten me.  Gives me that warm fuzzy feeling.

I love being instantly able to comment on a situation, razz friends about our sports rivalries and quickly find out what is up in general.

This is my current Facebook icon.  That's the apron and swag Valerie sent me for a swap.

I was able to put Bill and some of our kids in to "yearbook" pictures.

This is what we would have looked like in a 1954 band picture.

 

I Zombie-fied myself!

Gruesome, huh?

I even took a quiz to find out that I am this Sexy Hollywood icon!!!

(That's Doris Day for you whippersnappers!)

And don't even get me started on all the creative folks and websites and stores that have Facebook pages!!!!

Anyone else play there?