December 17th, 2011

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my first craft fair

Tomorrow I'm working my first ever craft fair booth! Have I gone to the dark side? Overboard with the sewing thing?

I kinda blamed etsy. The constant lure of capitalistic endeavors this year combined with the discovery that I could buy bulk zippers - 25 for $10! And it was all downhill from there. I did an inventory check getting ready for the fair, and was sort of shocked to find out that I have 50 zipper pouches. Over 80 headbands, a couple dozen ID lanyards, and just for funzies, some keychains and baby gift sets.

I'm splitting a booth with two other girls. I know, right? Look at me having girlfriends! There's an art teacher, a graphic artist, and me... the craft hack. But I'm doing good things for them, I'm bringing a laptop and spreadsheet so we can keep track of sales and I'm the one with the iphone and square reader so we can swipe credit cards. I'm the IT department. We've been emailing like crazy, figuring out signs, planning our 10ftx10ft layout, debating whether to accept checks... we ended up voting No on that one after talking to friends and hearing too many horror stories.

Anyway, back to zipper pouches... I'm totally proud that I came up with the idea to make a cylon one, complete with red LED to move back and forth so you can go "nroommm! nroomm!" while you open it. I made it as a Christmas present for marc, but it was so awesome I had to crank out four more for etsy. Then that was so fun I made boba fett, because you might as well right?



Most of the other stuff I sell is more etsy-friendly. You know. Birds on it. But sewing odes to my favorite sci-fi classics makes me feel like I'm really expressing myself, it has to happen.

My typical day: that damn dog wakes me up at 4am. I sew. I leave for work at 7:30. I come home and play with Josie. On the weekends when marc takes her to the gym or she's napping, I sew. My sewing room is horribly messy, but also warm and everything I need can be out all the time. So that's probably really what did it... the room of my own.
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Me, football, and the Gorillas taking D2

When I went to pittsburg state university home of the GORILLAS our football team was not really what it once had been, let's just say? Our stadium was remodeled, so that was fun. And we'd look up at the big shiny years that we'd won national championships and say, "Really we won national championships?" We had all the hallmarks of a great team... alumni money, devoted fans, rivalries. It just wasn't our years.

But this year was and I'm SO proud to be a gorilla! I slacked off, as usual, on paying attention to our football team until like two weeks ago and I'm not proud of that. In fact that championship game was the first full one I think I'd watched. I get random updates from my dad and brother in law and that's about it.

Marc and I have equal feelings about football, which is that we'll pay attention to it if it's in front of us, we go to superbowl parties, that sort of thing. But it's never something we think of on our own. In fact every year we have our pre-superbowl party google session where we look up who's playing, where they're from, and what colors they wear. Then we make matching jello shots.

This week I told a coworker excitedly, "My team is playing for the D2 NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!" and he said, "Really? Sweet!? Who they playing?" awe, crap. missing bit of critical research.

This scene came to mind several times today:



Hey. I went to college to go to college, be a tech nerd, run track. My freshman year I dated a guy on the football team, I think just because my high school nerd self was amazed I could date a guy on the football team. All it did was remind me to go back to my high school nerd self.

And now when I confess to coworkers that I don't know if the KC Chiefs are having a good year or a bad year (or if the season has even started) they ask, "doesn't your husband watch football?" As if it's a husbandly duty in America to keep the little ladies informed? He doesn't give a crap. There are plenty of things he informs me on (who Leonard Peltier is; the sketchy lines between house music genres) and plenty of things I inform him on (who Gloria Steinem is; why low wing airplanes don't provide as good a view as you'd think) and neither of us picked up football in that mix.

But I do pay attention enough to know about the championship, and I was excited to celebrate it, so we hit up a sports bar at 10AM to revel in the novelty of buffalo wings for breakfast... and watch some football. And it was terribly exciting, we were way into it, the start of the game was rough but we kicked ass after that. Ye-ah buddy! Next year, I vow to pay attention to the team a little earlier. Like, when we're conference champions, maybe. I may not watch every game, but I'll at least follow some more twitter feeds about it. I do love publicity for division II sports, however it comes. Great game today.