Spoons.
My mother collected spoons. Not the souvenir kind that have the states symbols and such, but teaspoons. She didn’t really collect……she stole tea spoons.
The Blue Grass Festival in Mineral, Virginia
The show was from Thursday to Saturday – because of Sunday being reserved for God. It was at a camp ground so people brought their campers and set up for the weekend. Some people came for just the day, but most were there for all three days.
Monday, January 29th, 2018 I had to do the hardest but best thing that I've ever done. I had to put my little baby girl Jasmine down. She was diagnosed with cancer of the spleen and there was nothing left to do. I always thought that it would be too hard to be there and witness the end of her life.
Let me tell you how I met this little bossy girl.............
One of the best and worst parts of doing Arts and Craft
shows is designing your booth.
Over the years you go from one set up to another. Some very complicated, to just laying your
stuff on a table. Most good shows
require one booth picture when deciding if you get accepted. I have often wondered just how much that
booth shot counts for or against someone.
My set up has evolved and changed so much and is still a
thing of flux and flow. I thought it
might be fun to take a trip down memory lane with me and my displays.
Before you say anything……..I know……some are pretty bad. But can we really learn if we don’t post and
let people make snarky comments? I think
not.
So after my van was murdered by some random driver, I needed a vehicle to be able to do shows. My husband and I have tiny little cars that barely have trunks. They certainly couldn’t hold enough stuff to do a show. Insurance only gave me $1,800. My sister’s generous donation to the Arts gave me some more cash.
My sweet sister bought me my dream display setup. I purchased it last year….but haven’t been able to set it up until this weekend. So I moved my car and set my tent up outside my house on the street.
As Jackie read my last post she was very sad that I hadn’t mentioned a few of the “higher” points of our weekend.
When I try to think back to what started my love of jewelry,
it brings me to a very specific memory.
Our family trip to Mexico.
I grew up in Oklahoma.
My father was in the military and while stationed in Germany, met and
married my mother. When my German
relatives would come for a visit, we would have to really show them the Wild,
Wild West. On the agenda would be any
rodeo or pow-wow within driving distance.
Our town was about 20 minutes from the Wichita Mountains Wild
Life Refuge. Trips included
sightings of long horn cattle, buffalo and prairie dogs. We would take a picnic lunch and ride up our
little mountain, Mount Scott, which rises to the glorious height of 2,464 feet. We would stop at the strange little souvenir
store at the base of the mountain to see the real live rattle snakes in a box
with a plexiglass front. There were
holes drilled in the plexiglass. The
holes could have been for air, but I think they did it so you could hear the
snakes shake their rattles as you walked by.
We would find a picnic table and make sure that there weren’t any rattle
snakes nearby. My mother would “set the
table” with paper and plastic wear. We
would then spend the rest of our meal trying to hold down the paper napkin and
paper plate and paper cup in the whipping wind that never seems to stop in
Oklahoma.