Update on the blue plastic eyes.

So I decided to make an eye-bag (i-bag) for a birthday gift in an attempt to use up some of the hundreds of blue plastic eyes that I managed to aquire a few months ago. The bag is just a simple little make-up type bag with a zipper and a detachable little strap complete with a clip to attach it to anything you want. Once  I finished snapping on the ten thousandth (well it felt like 10,000 anyway) back onto the eyeball stem and the feeling came back to my fingers I took a good look and said “damn, that’s kinda creepy”.  Ahhh, the perfect birthday gift! The recepient of the gift is used to getting let’s say “unusual” gifts from me her entire life. As an added bonus she has added a wonderful, kind, and easily amused spouse to the unusual gift recepient list. (I’m sure he thinks I’m nuts – but that’s ok.) Anyway, back to the eye-bag, the last time I was updated on it’s contents – it contained the all important emergency girl stuff that husbands are loath to buy and try to bribe random strangers to actually make the purchase, so it’s being put to good use and it’s almost guaranteed no one else will walk off with it because of the aforementioned creepy factor.

Now that summer has flown by in a heartbeat and fall is falling all over my yard, I hope to actually spend some time bonding with this blog and I hope to not let it die of neglect. I despise winter and only go out in it because I have  to go to work or get supplies (no work – no supplies) so I’ll attempt to bore you with my winter whining on a regular basis.


Well, I didn’t even know he was famous.

Recently I mentioned that I had a story about a lunch at “Pig Toy” restaurant near Ann Arbor. I also mentioned that it happened on April 1, but I was informed by my darling daughter that it actually happened on April 2 (so I’m not too good at math). Anyway, after our trip to Hell we decided that we could use some lunch so we stopped at the aforementioned “Pig Toy” restaurant. During our lunch we noticed that some of the waitresses kept discretely looking our way. A guy that appeared to be the manager kept wandering over our way and wiping off a clean table at the same time he was kinda looking at us out of the corner of his eye, then going back to talk to the waitresses. Weird because we were all dressed as appropriate, had our shoes on, no one was crying, throwing food, picking their nose, no one was stinky, making any loud noises, or causing any commotion of which we were aware. Finally our waitress came over and leaned down to whisper at our table “I understand you’re the guy that started the “hash bash”  that’s what my manager said” –  to which hubby replied “Huh??? What??? No! What the hell are you talking about???”   As soon as she left, another waitress (about 15 years old – what would/should she know about the hash bash?) did the same thing.  We also noticed that the waitresses had all clustered into a little knot over by the kitchen area and we’re eyeing us too. Some were whispering and giggling. By this time we finally figured out that it was the 1st Saturday in April and in Ann Arbor that means Hash Bash!! Now granted my hubby is not a real young guy anymore and he has very long hair and kinda looks like an aging hippy, but he sure wasn’t the founder of the Hash Bash (you can google this if you don’t know what it is). By the time we left the restaurant – even the cooks were eyeing us. Good thing we aren’t paranoid! I can only guess that no one believed that he wasn’t the famous hash bash founder.  Apparently the “Pig Toy” restaurant doesn’t give a discount to famous or suspected famous people because they had no problem presenting the bill.  So, we just paid for lunch,  climbed back into the HHR (a real aging hippy vehicle) and laughed our collective asses off!  A good time was had by all – even if we did miss the hash bash.

Blue plastic eyes

I just got back from one of the funniest shenanigans ever. Apparently these doll people are also hoarders of “stuff” and one of the traditions during the extravaganza is a free stuff / swap meet. I pulled up my big girl panties and braved the crowd. Using my extra sensory perception and my feeble eyesight, I realized that the other side of the hall didn’t have anyone in line waiting for the whistle to blow (yes, really, a whistle) so I quickly ran over and made it just in time for the starting whistle. I was about 2nd in line for about a second then it was just a blur. I clearly don’t have the chops to fight off people that really really really want free stuff. When the smoke cleared I somehow found that I had aquired about 600 blue plastic eyes, a couple of magazines, a chunk of real leather (score!), a pattern for a fairy, some beads and sparkly things, a whole package of hand needles, other assorted treasures – and a bag of feathers!! I claim no knowledge of most of these items and I’m sure someone just stuck them in my bag when I wasn’t looking. I didn’t see any cops or EMT’s so I’m assuming everyone got out with most of their limbs attached and minimal fistfights over that last crumpled piece of off-white lace and the package of 137 brown monkey eyes.

I’m packing out in the morning so back to my busy real life. This weekend was a much needed mini vacation and I had a blast.

Art Dolls !!!

I’m down here in Ohio and have spent most of the day looking at some of the most amazing art dolls you’ll ever see. I can not adequately express the creativity and execution of these lovely things. Each one is breathtaking…I will try my best to actually sign up for classes in 2013 – if at all possible. This is my first trip to this type of doll show and I really didn’t know what to expect. I’ve spoken to many lovely artists and one in particular that really stands out is named Kevin Buntin (www.kevinbuntin.com) He was wonderful and a true master of his art. One of his students was also showing and her work was fantastic also. Kevin’s (yes, were on a 1st name basis now – although I never introduced myself) wife makes beautiful beaded jewerly and she’s really pretty! Ok- now I just sound like a weirdo – anyway – Can you tell I’m really geeked about this show! I cannot wait to get home and get all of the ideas that are just wandering around in my brain out where I can see them (great sentence structure there, huh).

Rumor has it that babies are being found all over…I hope they have a good life and send me their story.

till next time…

I’m back – sorta

Well, I made it to Hell and back and sold some handbags along the way. I am still really busy but took a couple of days off to attend the Art Doll Extravaganza currently being held in Columbus, Ohio. It appears that itty bitty babies – about the size of my little finger (I know you probably don’t know how big my little finger is but it’s pretty small) have been making an appearance around the hotel, a Pizza Hut, random rest areas, and wherever else I’ve been. If you happen to find one, it has my blog address on it and I’d like to hear from you and I’d like to know the babys name and what state it’ll be living in from now on – or if you just tossed it – I’d like to know that too. I had a tremendous amount of fun creating these babies and i really wish my daughter wasn’t working so much overtime and could show me how to post pics (subtle hint – love you shell). Someday I’ll get it together….

When I get a few minutes, I’m gonna tell you about our lunch on April 1, 2011(very important date that I’ll explain – unless you’re from Ann Arbor then you probably already know) at a resturant near Hell that rhymes with “Pig Toy”. It involves me, my hubby, my daughter, various waitresses, cooks, and the guy that appeared to be the manager.

Be back soon I promise.

Handbags for Hell – or what have I done now?

So last weekend we decided to take a trip to Hell, MI to mail a 50th birthday card because that’s what sane people do – right? Anyway we took the 2 hour drive to Hell, which is really a cute little place with a couple of storefronts, a chapel, a creek, and what appears to be a bar/restaurant on the other side of the creek.

As we were wandering around I spied a pink flamingo that was actually a black flamingo that looks like a skelton and of course I had to buy him because I’m all kinds of Klassy! As I was paying for said flamingo the lady (Pat) that was taking my money ($7.95 I think) told me she loved my purse. I happened to be carrying my Shamrock bag due to St. Patricks day. Pat asked where I got it and I told her that I made it. She then asked if I would be interested in making some in the hell theme to sell in Hell. Well, hell yes! So I signed on to make a few to see how things go.  Hopefully this will go well.

As luck would have it I was also asked to provide something for a silent auction for a fund raiser during the spagetti dinner for my hometown fire department and of couse anything I can do for them I will. My entire family is or has been firefighters or involved in starting the department many years ago.  I have the auction items almost accomplished already!

Then… on Saturday I was asked if I wanted to share a booth at a semi-local dog/pet adoption fundraiser type thing. Again, I said yes because I may be insane or under the delusion that I can sew telepathically and get all this done while I’m at my real job that pays money.

Along with the above, the artist and craft market that I’m involved in will be reopening on April 14th, and I may be a bit behind on some things I need to accomplish for that  too.

So it looks like I’m going to be sewing my dainty little fingers to the bone in the next few weeks.  If you don’t hear from me please send coffee, cookies, and chocolate in almost any form. If I don’t respond to the coffee, cookies, or chocolate please contact the undertaker and bury me in my sweats with a needle and some thread.

Hi – I’m new here.

Well, this is my very first blog post. I should probably introduce myself and let you know a little about me.

My name is Linda and I’m a middle aged fabric hoarder, compulsive fabric, yarn, bead, and “stuff”  purchaser and I love to cut the fabric into small pieces and sew it back up again. I am primarily an art quilter but I also make handbags, sock monkeys, crochet stuff, dye fabric, and sometimes I just play with fabric to see what happens. I also like to  add sparkly things to all of the above. As I’ve said many, many times, I think somehow  some magpie DNA crossed into the family lineage and showed up in me – the rest of the family appears to be fairly normal.

I’ll be posting pictures at some point when I figure out how to get them from the camera to this page. Magic may be involved but I’m not sure.

If you don’t like an occasional swear word you may have to close your eyes while reading my ramblings, but I’ll try to behave and act the way my Momma raised me but no real guarantees on that.

I welcome comments but if you just need to be mean you can go sit somewhere else. If you want to be nice, come sit by me.

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