Friday, September 14th: 9 am to 5 pm
Saturday, September 15th: 9 am to 5 pm
Every weekend I swear there is a "show"
Hard to keep up, attend them all, or even be a part of them.
Wouldn't it be great if we could attend them all?
Last year my Mr. Souers and I were blessed to be a part of Joe and Jermonne's show and have to say, it's
"style friggin overload"
And that's a pure compliment to all the amazing vendors that bring their serious
So this year, I opted out to spend my last summer with my Hannah before she goes off to college in less than a month.
If you do get a chance to attend the Barn House Show this Saturday.....
Enjoy it, savor it, and bring home some killer treasures for me....
It's taking me this long to find a moment to recap one of my most favorite weekends of the year.
It's all seems like a blur since the Big Show, but it was probably because I have been running like a "mad woman" every since. Not to mention the weeks before the show as well.
You see, I have been doing Serena's amazing show since there were just a wee handful of us. I think 6 of us at the "little grange" when this all started.
And now? 200 plus amazing vendors with treasures that I vowed I would not shop for.
* I only bought 1 item. A killer small rodo-bin from one amazing dealer at the end of the second day. (ROOST in Spokane... omg. Check out that store when you are in Spokane!)
This show is me and more than just displays and selling and such.
It's about seeing friends and shoppers that I only get to see at the show. Hugs and laughter (and my friend Julie who takes the most amazing photos, captures me at my "most craziness" as we work through this weekend)
It's about madness and oh so much fun.
And I thought we might "miss it this year" due to one special redhead feeling the need to graduate "oh so close to the FC weekend date".
And knowing that her bestie, "Hannah #2" as she has been so named by Heather would have to make the "hard choice" of finishing out her senior year and "missing the big show".
And wanting her to know "some friends were thinking about you"
But this show has been more than just creating and selling.
It's about friendships.
And having my "Minnesota girls" making the trek to be here and helping and displaying for hours on end.
So by the end of Sunday. Crazy pooped out, it looked like a tornado had come through our booth. A crazy almost empty 24' Uhaul.
But super happy and content, not about selling. But seeing everyone and reminding me why we do this .
Year after year.
Where did the time go?
She's actually graduating the week after The FarmChicks Show.
And I think she's actually pretty "okay" with it...
Thank Goodness it wasn't the SAME week or I would of been on the
I look at these three amazing girls and realize the power of best friends.
Through thick and thin, girl drama, boy drama (really, not these girls, but you get the picture of most girls I swear), and just plain "growing up" and growing together for so many years.
They have taught me more than they will ever know.
Alot about what it means to be solid with each other. What they have built will stay with them forever.
And most of all.
Never, ever, forget to have fun.
Well, that was a bit of a misleading title.
It's more of a big decluttering.
I don't know the last time I have actually "seen" this side of our garage. I am still wondering about "a random hole in the wall actually got there", but I am sure it is somewhat due to sloffing around gads of furniture and "useless crap" in this garage.
And I have to say.
The "little decluttering" is feeling magical.
Even though I would much rather be planting all of these
I feel like I'm a fork in my junking road where , mind you, I really never had an emotional connection to "junk". A few pieces. Yes. A few remourseful sell offs where I say "crap, I wish I would of kept that piece"
Maybe this will be one of them this year at The Farmchicks Show"
But where would I really put it?
It's not going to fit anywhere. And I have no plans on opening a store where it needs to truly be for a front counter.
So nope. No emotional ties to getting it out of my driveway and onto the Big Show.
So decluttering this year has truly been about just "getting rid of it all" for the sake of I "don't need it, don't want it, don't want it around, and I am not holding on to it for a garage sale, and would rather donate it to those who could use it" philosophy.
But decluttering in a different way too.
And today was very interesting when my little "bestie" text me a "one minute speech" her daughter was presenting today on "character".
You see. I think "decluttering" also is about myself, the way I live my life. Not just junk, but my thoughts, the way I treat others, or random chance encounters, or how I allow others in my world to change my path that I want to be living.
And then I get this text of the "speech" a very "wise little 18 year old is giving today".
I wanted to share it with you all.
If you say the word “character” to me, I will think of my father. He is wise,
strong, authentic… but most of all, he is steadfast. He is consistent. My dad
is the same person everywhere he goes. Abraham Lincoln once described character
as being a tree, and our reputation as the shadow. The shadow is people’s
perception of who we are, but the tree is the real thing. We must be in reality
what we wish to appear to others. We see many people in our society today that
are adapted to cutting corners – who can walk in their surroundings and be one
person, and look in the mirror to find another. Those with character have the
authenticity and the consistency to follow through with their morals, just like
my dad strives to do. Like we say before our softball games – we have to leave
everything out on the field the right way before God, because at the end of the
day we want to look into the mirror knowing we gave everything we had and
remained steadfast to who we are.
Something to ponder while decluttering today.
Six months ago I thought life would be completely changed. You see. I was given a gift of being able to be free from the "daily grind" of being in charge of an incredible responsibility of a huge million dollar + program, and responsible for lifes of others, budgets, grants, deadlines, hirings, firings, layoffs, squabbles, backtalking, people not happy with my decisions, people "happy" with my decisions, blah, blah, blah blah blah. The fact is. I really loved an amazing amount of what I did and acheived for 18 plus years but was so blessed to have the gift to move forward with my art and spend more time with those that I love, friends, family and more....
I have to say. Its not all it's cracked up to be on some days.
But. My Great Aunt taught me in her 93 plus years of amazing wisdom, "Life is what you create Lisa". "And remember. That if those around you, or you are feeling that life isn't where it needs to be, than you are the one to create the happy by giving back to those around you, and not worry about what you cannot control as it won't really matter, will it? " She was so wise. So wise indeed, that she kept a "Happiness Calendar".
Everyday she would write down "one thing that made her happy" that day. Even if it was the worst of days. I never knew her worst days, because her "happiness calendar always said what "made her happy" that day. Her worst days would consist of losing her husband days before Christmas in a car wreck. (widowed years before anyone should of been). She could only think of making sure everyone had Christmas Gifts. (she never got rid of any of his items. She just "tucked them deep away")
I know she had many "worst days" after that. But she always found "happy" to share with others. I remember many times her friend would call her and "complain of all her ailments or attempt to gossip about their other friend". Auntie Beth would "accidentally turn of her hearing aid". She would always switch the subject about something happy. Mind you. She wasn't always a saint. She did strike a mean water gun to the neighbors cats or if you "wrong'd her", she did let you know that you truly disapointed her, and it wasn't easily forgotten. Forgiven. Always. Forgotten was difficult.
Why am I rambling?
My Six Months of Happiness.
I have had check in with my late Auntie Beth and be reminded of her "Happiness Calendar" and start my own. And to forgive but not forget when I have been frustrated. And to remember why I have chosen my path of art.... And to share my Happiness with you all. Because if I get stuck in the frustration of as my Auntie Beth says "you can't change it, so why get frustrated about it?, I go back to my happiness of what is really important in my world.... and she reminds me everyday...
It may not be very exciting to many of you
but to me
I love that I made page 108 this month
And that I had to use my "teeth" to rip open the package when I saw the words beneath the plastic
One of my most favorite magazines
She had asked me to send a few pieces in months ago
And page 108 made me smile really big today
Thanks for letting me share
And continuing to support the "little artist in me"
a perfect day to update my blog, my website, my laundry room. What else would one be doing on a Spring Day.
It's so stinking blustery out and I've been fighting a super fun cold so I thought "Spring Cleaning" indoors.
This whole working part time now has made me a wee bit more scattered so trying to acomplish anything worthy of a finished project has been, let's say,
I don't know how those "stay at home Mom's" do it. There jobs are hard.
I said "jobs"
Because that is just what it is. Just because it's not the same monthly dollar pay, it's such a different job and I am finding out, structuring a day is my most difficult challenge.
So Updating is what I am calling my Spring Day. As I cough through it all.
Life has a funny way of "updating" it all for us. And not allowing us to "update" it the way we think it all should work out. I'm learning to allow things to "be as they are suppose to be" and am actually learning to love it". Reading between those lines, letting go of all the control I use to have in my past life. Not an easy task, but it's growing on me. Letting go of those in the sandbox who can't play nice and surrounding myself with a world of fun, and creative energy.
That also has including my "work space". Tearing out walls that were "in the way".
Even got Mr. Souers to hang a "ceiling tin" wall....
Useless. Not of function. Getting in the way. Creating a space that is creative and fun and less distracting. Finally finishing the ENTIRE painting of the floor black. That only took a few years.
And getting rid of clutter that I have never had the time to do. (it will be a GREAT spring GARAGE sale you junker/hoarders won't want to miss...).
And feeling like I can really make "great coffee now" and not feel like a schmuck when I put on my green apron at work. (it only took 5 months)....
So updating on a cold Spring Day... working on a digital catelog because my PDF looks like crap. I finally realized my 3g iphone which I mourn the loss over really did "take crappy pictures" when I couldn't get a good picture of "Chumley" of Pawn Stars 150ft away at the Mountain West Championship Game in Vegas for my mother in law, I broke down and got the 4gs... the camera rocks....
But at least I got these great photos of My Mr. Souers and my Father in Law when his New Mexico Lobo's won the Mountain West Championship to make it into the NCAA tournament...
And updating my website for a section just for my wholesale accounts (when I can truly figure all that out) and just a section for retail, and one of a kinds. And letting you all know when and where I will be locally selling to get in on the goods....
I look forward to Spring and all that it holds.
My Auntie Beth's Buttercups always lets me know it's so close. And that something fresh is always on the horizon.
She's at it again.
Wait until you see what she's up to now...
Not only does she do one of my most Favorite shows in the world that I am stock piling for like a
fat winter squirrel
But she has this amazing thing called "My Favorite Find" coming soon that is the coolest thing since....well.
You will have to be the judge of that.
We junkers like this sorta thing.
Remember. I said "junkers".
That would have a "negative spin" on our little addiction.
"I can get rid of stuff".
That makes me a Junker.
I am in the category Serena calls "My Favorite Finds".
Hoarders can't get rids of their goods.
So after a little Beta Testing of her site...
I can't wait to play on it more...
And see what everyone else has been "finding" as well.
(until then, check out her facebook page to get caught up!)
So until then...I'll keep "finding" goods for June for The Big Show
Some people come into your lives and never leave
They become a part of you.
My Sweet Great Auntie Beth was that person.
Today would of been her 98th birthday. We joked that we would see her picture on the Early Show announcing her 100th birthday by Willard Scott someday.
I'll just celebrate it every February 15th instead.
She always spoke the truth, said she could never "drink" because she was a "mean person when she did" and "being mean to others never served anyone well". She always "gifted to others" before herself, believed in "random acts of kindness" and never believed of doing for others for the sake of "getting recogition for it". She always served for her God and church and those in need and believed in always putting others needs ahead of her own. She had a sharp tongue when she thought others were spiteful or, oh dear when it was a Presidential Election Year, watch out. Never interrupt her during her nightly news where she obsessivly kept her weather stats or religiously watched Jeopardy.
She loved her Paul deeply and lost him to a car wreck soon after he returned from War. She never married again, and I know she wepted for him many a night she missed him. She always presented a "strong front" when we talked about him, but I could see it in her eyes that he was her soul mate and missed him so.
Summers with Auntie Beth were priceless. Whether it be learning the value of a dollar by learning to "earn money with chores", walks to the local library for my ration of weekly story books" or the endless arts and crafts to sooth my creative soul", summers were the best with what "summers were suppose to be".
She always bragged about "Daddy's Store". What I would of done to step 'back in time" to see inside of this store". The General Mercantile. She worked there growing up before she became a school teacher, working the "phone lines" in back.
My greatest gift is that she lived a beautiful, relatively pain free life to the ripe old age of 96 and she got to know my daughter Hannah. And Hannah her. It was always my fear that this would never happen as she was a gift to share.
Happy Birthday My Auntie Beth.
Feb 15, 1914- Mar 10th, 2009