There's Something in the Air
Last Thursday, I went back to Body Ink to have Troy work on my tattoo, some more. He got the clouds and tree roots, dotted the larger Birdie's eye, but never colored in the moon. That whole night was a pain in the ass - Troy was rapidly becoming stoned on the morphine the dentist gave him after doctoring a dry socket - but it ended up being worthwhile...at least the next day.
I've been making more jewelry. LOTS more jewelry.
And it seems to appeal to the crowd over there. You know, hemp & hippy stuff, with the occassional "bling" added in for good measure. The men tend to like the fancy crosses and the ladies tend to like the pretty hematite beads interwoven. Oddly enough, more women looked at the dragon charmed chokers than men (not pictured... remember, my camera is broken so I have borrow from the girls when "allowed"), and more men liked the anklets with seashells - they wear them as bracelets.
My point...I rambled...the owner of Body Ink liked my jewelry so much, he allowed me to set up a little table outside the shop, Saturday night. They were very slow, which meant I was slow, but there was a lot of interest. Especially the shop owner. He has offered to put some of my jewelry in his Haw River shop AND his Mebane shop! Ummm, if I get a display case. I'm looking for something appropriate: not too small, not too large, cheap as dirt. This is very exciting for me. Imagine making money doing something you enjoy so much! Okay, I know some of you do that, already. This is just something that finally is right up my alley. As soon as I get a few dozen more pieces done and find an appropriate display case.
We're heading to the beach in about 7 hours to help Mama and Daddy get the rest of their stuff moved into their new place. I'm told the porches and decks are up. Unfortunately, Philip, Big A and I will only stay Friday night and come back Saturday evening. Philip's dad has invited his sons to breakfast for a big Father's Day thing. It's become a tradition and I think it's pretty cool. Philip was going to beg off so we could stay an extra day at the beach, but he decided he'd like to have breakfast with his Pop. I'm glad he is going. While I'll be disappointed that I won't get to spend any real time at the beach (we'll be moving furniture and such all day Friday and maybe some on Saturday), I'd walk water for Philip to get to be with his Dad on Sunday. That's sort of my Father's day gift to Philip...not bitching about a quicky-trip so he can spend what may be the last Father's day with his dad. Pop's aneurysm has suddenly gone from 4mm to 6mm. At this stage, it's inoperable, so we're back to watching the clock with my father-in-law.
Big A is dating Jacob, again. He was the one we liked. I'm thrilled. Seriously. Jacob has goals and ambition. He's started on his way towards a life-plan and has sworn to not let anything get in his way.
Today, he called when he knew Big A wasn't home. Yeah, I know it's weird how all the girls' friends are with me, but it works out well. Jacob asked me to be completely honest with him about something. "Have I ever been anything less than honest with you?" He laughed and said that I had not. He then asked how I would feel about the two of them dating again. So, I answered honestly. I told him that it would tickle me to pieces, but I wanted him to be prepared. "Prepared for what?" Well, prepared for the possibility of her breaking his heart again, that's what. She's 16 and is about to go into her senior year of high school. This age and the senior strut can reek havoc on a young girl's social life. He was just so damn adorable when I told him this. His response? "You mean you care that much about me that you would warn me about your own daughter?" Of course I do, but what I said was more a warning to him of what may come - just because - than an "I care this much about you" type thing. I can't really explain that part, but yes, I care, all the same. He began to promise me that he would never break her heart, yada yada yada, but I told him those were promises that he shouldn't make. There are no guarantees at this age and boys will be boys and girls will be girls. I also reminded him that he needn't make promises like that to me, as their relationship had nothing to do with me and everything to do with them. But, deep down, I'm very happy that they are back together. Whatever happens between the two of them, Jacob is truly like family to us and we all enjoy having him around. There's aldo this little thing about his mom being a phsych bitch from hell and I think Jacob needs to experience a more stable family - dysfunctional as hell, maybe, but stable and loving - every chance he gets. If that sounds vain, so be it. I only speak what I truly feel.
This turned out a lot longer than intended. I also had every intention of going in and editing my grammar and spelling, adding appropriate italics and boldface where necessary, summarizing a bit better and so on. Alas, my sleepy eyes won't allow this, so this post stays as is. Besides, I have to get my sorry ass out of bed at something like 7am...less than 5 hours.
I've been making more jewelry. LOTS more jewelry.
And it seems to appeal to the crowd over there. You know, hemp & hippy stuff, with the occassional "bling" added in for good measure. The men tend to like the fancy crosses and the ladies tend to like the pretty hematite beads interwoven. Oddly enough, more women looked at the dragon charmed chokers than men (not pictured... remember, my camera is broken so I have borrow from the girls when "allowed"), and more men liked the anklets with seashells - they wear them as bracelets.
My point...I rambled...the owner of Body Ink liked my jewelry so much, he allowed me to set up a little table outside the shop, Saturday night. They were very slow, which meant I was slow, but there was a lot of interest. Especially the shop owner. He has offered to put some of my jewelry in his Haw River shop AND his Mebane shop! Ummm, if I get a display case. I'm looking for something appropriate: not too small, not too large, cheap as dirt. This is very exciting for me. Imagine making money doing something you enjoy so much! Okay, I know some of you do that, already. This is just something that finally is right up my alley. As soon as I get a few dozen more pieces done and find an appropriate display case.
We're heading to the beach in about 7 hours to help Mama and Daddy get the rest of their stuff moved into their new place. I'm told the porches and decks are up. Unfortunately, Philip, Big A and I will only stay Friday night and come back Saturday evening. Philip's dad has invited his sons to breakfast for a big Father's Day thing. It's become a tradition and I think it's pretty cool. Philip was going to beg off so we could stay an extra day at the beach, but he decided he'd like to have breakfast with his Pop. I'm glad he is going. While I'll be disappointed that I won't get to spend any real time at the beach (we'll be moving furniture and such all day Friday and maybe some on Saturday), I'd walk water for Philip to get to be with his Dad on Sunday. That's sort of my Father's day gift to Philip...not bitching about a quicky-trip so he can spend what may be the last Father's day with his dad. Pop's aneurysm has suddenly gone from 4mm to 6mm. At this stage, it's inoperable, so we're back to watching the clock with my father-in-law.
Big A is dating Jacob, again. He was the one we liked. I'm thrilled. Seriously. Jacob has goals and ambition. He's started on his way towards a life-plan and has sworn to not let anything get in his way.
Today, he called when he knew Big A wasn't home. Yeah, I know it's weird how all the girls' friends are with me, but it works out well. Jacob asked me to be completely honest with him about something. "Have I ever been anything less than honest with you?" He laughed and said that I had not. He then asked how I would feel about the two of them dating again. So, I answered honestly. I told him that it would tickle me to pieces, but I wanted him to be prepared. "Prepared for what?" Well, prepared for the possibility of her breaking his heart again, that's what. She's 16 and is about to go into her senior year of high school. This age and the senior strut can reek havoc on a young girl's social life. He was just so damn adorable when I told him this. His response? "You mean you care that much about me that you would warn me about your own daughter?" Of course I do, but what I said was more a warning to him of what may come - just because - than an "I care this much about you" type thing. I can't really explain that part, but yes, I care, all the same. He began to promise me that he would never break her heart, yada yada yada, but I told him those were promises that he shouldn't make. There are no guarantees at this age and boys will be boys and girls will be girls. I also reminded him that he needn't make promises like that to me, as their relationship had nothing to do with me and everything to do with them. But, deep down, I'm very happy that they are back together. Whatever happens between the two of them, Jacob is truly like family to us and we all enjoy having him around. There's aldo this little thing about his mom being a phsych bitch from hell and I think Jacob needs to experience a more stable family - dysfunctional as hell, maybe, but stable and loving - every chance he gets. If that sounds vain, so be it. I only speak what I truly feel.
This turned out a lot longer than intended. I also had every intention of going in and editing my grammar and spelling, adding appropriate italics and boldface where necessary, summarizing a bit better and so on. Alas, my sleepy eyes won't allow this, so this post stays as is. Besides, I have to get my sorry ass out of bed at something like 7am...less than 5 hours.
posted by Hazed at 6/13/2008 01:48:00 AM
2 Comments:
Okay...did you say BEACH? My desert ass should be out there helping. I hope all goes well.
Jacob sounds like a real keeper, but you're right, at 16, there's no telling. I'm at least glad you like the kid (Jacob, I mean, ha).
Thinking about you! xoxo
Woo woo, look at that leg. What is it like to have nice legs, Birdy? Do you have any idea what it is like to go through life with "sturdy" legs? Ha ha ha.
Are you familiar with Etsy.com as a possible online venue for your jewelry?
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