Hart 2 Heart

It's the little things. . .

. . . that keep me going.

And make me happy. Like this mug. I was having a very hard time getting started today. I wore myself out at the festival yesterday, so I made myself a latte in my special mug that Emmet painted for me many moons ago for Mother's Day. It always makes me smile; the mug I mean. The coffee just wakes me up. As for the 15 year old Emmet, he woke up, barfed and went back to bed. No school today. Then there was this guy.

Those sleepy eyes really do not inspire hard work. But, alas, there was work to be done. Even after working all weekend.

I spent Sunday with these lovelies at the Abbot Kinney Festival. It's a one day fair, which means you're up at the crack of dawn to drive to the venue, set up, sell all day, tear down at 6, drive home, unload, pass out. Andy helped with the first and last part. I would not have survived without him.

Once the clouds burned off, the people came, shopped, and enjoyed a beautiful day.

There was great music, including this band, "Superbroke Brass and Tin and Strings". They were playing in the kids area right behind my booth, and were amazing! 

There was good people, er, creature watching too. 

I met the very kind Nina from Cute Hoots blog. She bought several things, and then, SURPRISE, featured me on her blog! Thanks Nina! She's into all things owl related, so we hit it off.

The day was a great success, thanks to all who shopped and visited. It was my first time at the festival and I hope to be back next year!

Well, I did digress. I was planning to tell you how I had written a different, complete post, when my computer shut down, and it was lost, and how the day went down hill from there. Which is why you are probably reading this on Tuesday, instead of Monday. It's probably just as well. I'm sure you don't want to hear about all that other crap. Here's to starting fresh tomorrow, with a good night's sleep.

 

 

 

Moving right along. .

This week I'm busy preparing for the Abbot Kinney Street Festival. I've never done this one before, but I've always wanted to. If you haven't been to Venice Beach, you've got to check it out when you're in the vicinity. In fact, why don't you stop by this Sunday and say hi!? Besides a couple of cookie orders, I have lots of sewing to do, that is, in between my coughing fits. Yes, I'm still suffering from some sort of bronchial crud. I probably should go to the doctor, but I keep thinking I'm getting better. hack. It's only been 6 weeks, after all. I promise I won't cough on you when I see you. Really. I'm almost better. 

Lanky sez. . .

"Get off the couch."

"C'mon. Let's do this."

sheesh.

Cookies in review

Some back to school apples.

Birthday cookies for a special 16 year old.

 

These were for a baby boy's shower. His name is Levi. . . get it? They're denim colored. . . with stitches? I know, the photo is crap. I forgot to shoot 'em before I wrapped 'em.

What's next? I'm working on some fall theme cookies, and Halloween is coming! Halloween is my favorite! 

 

 

 

 

Lanky sez. . .

"Could we PLEASE change the channel?"

"Who is this Anthony Bourdain guy anyway?"

As always, my days are filled with chasing the large puppy around the house. We are running out of high places to put things. Fortunately, he doesn't like tomatoes. Check out these beauties from the garden.

We haven't had a huge crop this year, but they've been delicious! 

Nothing better than a simple summer salad. Hope you're enjoying the fruits of summer, what's left of it.

A new beginning.

10 years ago today, Andy took Emmet to kindergarten.

Emmet was so excited and eager to learn. He carried his Harry Potter lunch box. On the way to school, on 9/11/01, Andy heard the news. He called and told me to turn on the t.v. as I had no idea. I won't try to explain my feelings; they were probably similar to yours. I thought about Emmet, and what to tell, or not tell, our sweet, innocent 5 year old. We decided to let him stay at school, where he was happy, and sheltered from the constant coverage in the media, which I somehow, needed to watch. 

In time, Emmet learned about that day. And he has grown up. It has not been easy. Last week he went back to high school, after not being able to go for almost a year. A couple years ago, out of the blue, he began having episodes of severe depression. He's genetically predisposed, but we just didn't expect it so early. I've never shared this with my readers here, but since many of you are friends and family, you are aware, and you've been so supportive and loving. 

After much treatment including, therapy, psychiatry, and chiropractic, Emmet went back to high school last week. He's excited about the future, and eager to move forward. 

 

A Long Weekend

Sorry for the sparseness of my posts lately. I've been fighting bronchitis for a month now--my annual bout. It makes me tired and annoyed. But work continues. 

I was a vendor at the Hermosa Fiesta over the weekend for the first time. It was my first 3 day fair, and it was indeed exhausting. Probably wouldn't have been so bad if I felt better. My neighbor vendor kept checking to see if I was about to expire. I cough like a dying old man, but louder.

Fortunately I had friends Tonya and Elizabeth help with set up and sales relief. Dear and sweet (respectively) husband and son came to help tear down. 

Thanks to everyone who came to shop and visit. Despite the crazy economy, sales were great! I had many new and return customers who were just so supportive. I couldn't keep this up without you!

I'm going to now go and cough up a lung.