What a perfect weekend!
Despite some logistical setbacks, by 6:30AM Saturday morning the family was packed up and on the road toward nowheresville, Massachusetts...also known as Palmer...also known as, The 2nd Annual Milltown Ink Hotrod Show...
We arrived uneventfully 2 hours later, set up our little vendor station in exactly the same space as last year, and commenced Project Pinstripe. The hubs did some babysitting as I rushed to get some of these purses done. Attendance at the show was again, phenomenal, especially considering the ominous weather report of a chance of severe, but passing, thunderstorms.
For about six hours things were peaceful...busy even. At one point I had a line of people waiting for me to do some work for them...
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One customer was quoted as saying, "My boyfriend got me one of your purses last year and I love it! He warned me this year to come over first thing because last year you sold out! So here I am... Yes, I take this one, do what you want to it."
"Don't you want to know how much it costs?"
"I don't care...I'll take it."
(to self: holy shit!)
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And then...the skies opened up...which frankly, only added to the fun! And, as my husband said, separated the pussies from the hard core, ha! We must have been pretty hard core because while many of the vendors packed up and went home, we simply threw valuables in the van, covered the rest with a tarp, and fired up the BBQ.
I just LOVE the WTF look on his face
It was all fun and games until one VERY large, very close, very frightening clap of thunder, which made us reconsider how important being "hard core" was compared to "being alive." Hey, we WERE in the middle of an open field...cut us a break! So, we headed up to the more secure protection of the Pavillion and listened to the pin up contest going on and considered our next move.
We decided to wait it out and it's a good thing we did because as soon as the rain stopped, the sun reappeared and I was back in business...busy as ever. If I TOLD you how much money I raked it, you wouldn't believe me anyway...
And in case you're wondering what this whole "pinstriping" thing is I keep talking about...here are some pictures of me in action and some of the work I produced...it's just a sampling, because like last time, the shit sold so fast I hardly had time to take pictures of it!!!
Yes, I've added chain wallets for the boys to my repatoir...
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Twelve hours after our arrival, we decided to pack it back up and head home. We had our tent all ready to go, since we had so much fun camping out last year, but with the forcast calling for more rain, we just weren't feeling THAT hard core. We arrived safely home, not that I didn't try my damndest to kill us all off at one of the many irritating rotaries in Boston...and hit the sack, satisfied...
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SUNDAY...
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Another perfect day...despite the 3AM wake up call to drop The Hubs off at work. He had a short work day, and we'd gone to pick him back up again by about 10AM. The sun was shining, the humidity was gone, the music on the radio perfect... We considered going to the beach, but decided to stay home and relax instead. I hated to waste the good weather AND the rare occassion that The Hubs is home on such a day...but we were so tired from the show we just hopped back into bed where we napped and watched movies all day.
Eventually the sun went behind some clouds and the skies ripped open again...but I didn't care...I didn't even have time to be grateful we'd decided against the beach...I was too busy being snuggled up with my Husband under one arm, and my son under the other...
***
"I'm not only cute, I'll kick your ass!"
***
Despite some logistical setbacks, by 6:30AM Saturday morning the family was packed up and on the road toward nowheresville, Massachusetts...also known as Palmer...also known as, The 2nd Annual Milltown Ink Hotrod Show...
We arrived uneventfully 2 hours later, set up our little vendor station in exactly the same space as last year, and commenced Project Pinstripe. The hubs did some babysitting as I rushed to get some of these purses done. Attendance at the show was again, phenomenal, especially considering the ominous weather report of a chance of severe, but passing, thunderstorms.
For about six hours things were peaceful...busy even. At one point I had a line of people waiting for me to do some work for them...
***
One customer was quoted as saying, "My boyfriend got me one of your purses last year and I love it! He warned me this year to come over first thing because last year you sold out! So here I am... Yes, I take this one, do what you want to it."
"Don't you want to know how much it costs?"
"I don't care...I'll take it."
(to self: holy shit!)
***
And then...the skies opened up...which frankly, only added to the fun! And, as my husband said, separated the pussies from the hard core, ha! We must have been pretty hard core because while many of the vendors packed up and went home, we simply threw valuables in the van, covered the rest with a tarp, and fired up the BBQ.
I just LOVE the WTF look on his face
It was all fun and games until one VERY large, very close, very frightening clap of thunder, which made us reconsider how important being "hard core" was compared to "being alive." Hey, we WERE in the middle of an open field...cut us a break! So, we headed up to the more secure protection of the Pavillion and listened to the pin up contest going on and considered our next move.
We decided to wait it out and it's a good thing we did because as soon as the rain stopped, the sun reappeared and I was back in business...busy as ever. If I TOLD you how much money I raked it, you wouldn't believe me anyway...
And in case you're wondering what this whole "pinstriping" thing is I keep talking about...here are some pictures of me in action and some of the work I produced...it's just a sampling, because like last time, the shit sold so fast I hardly had time to take pictures of it!!!
Yes, I've added chain wallets for the boys to my repatoir...
***
Twelve hours after our arrival, we decided to pack it back up and head home. We had our tent all ready to go, since we had so much fun camping out last year, but with the forcast calling for more rain, we just weren't feeling THAT hard core. We arrived safely home, not that I didn't try my damndest to kill us all off at one of the many irritating rotaries in Boston...and hit the sack, satisfied...
***
SUNDAY...
***
Another perfect day...despite the 3AM wake up call to drop The Hubs off at work. He had a short work day, and we'd gone to pick him back up again by about 10AM. The sun was shining, the humidity was gone, the music on the radio perfect... We considered going to the beach, but decided to stay home and relax instead. I hated to waste the good weather AND the rare occassion that The Hubs is home on such a day...but we were so tired from the show we just hopped back into bed where we napped and watched movies all day.
Eventually the sun went behind some clouds and the skies ripped open again...but I didn't care...I didn't even have time to be grateful we'd decided against the beach...I was too busy being snuggled up with my Husband under one arm, and my son under the other...
***
"I'm not only cute, I'll kick your ass!"
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and woman, my heart sings for you and your beautiful family. you've managed to produce the most adorable child ever.
bitchen pinstrippen, too!
xo
Roger is too adorable for words.
I think babies sleep with one eye open so they know the exact moment you leave their side to use the bathroom/eat/get something done. LOL They then wait about 40 seconds and wake up. "haha I tricked you!"