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Taking It a Step Further

In company, easter, family, feast, product on March 26, 2008 at 6:56 pm

Just a short one for now. I’m pooped. But I’ll try to write again this afternoon.

I was just reading through the J Caroline blog which lead me to How About Orange which lead me to decor8. I officially have no life. But beyond that bleak and miserable fact (not really, I just felt like being melodramatic), decor8 has inspired me…like every single blog I look at daily (which just happens to be the majority of my Blog roll). Take a look at the entry I linked to and the comments below it to learn more on how to take your items a step further and begin to hit the big-times. Have you ever wanted to turn your art work into fabric?? Take a look at the link!

How was everyones Easter? Mine was great, filled with family and two feasts (the joys of living in the same town as both our families): one of chicken, one of ham. Y.U.M! Do you have any Easter traditions? I’d love to hear them!

In center pieces, create, decorate, decorations, etsy, make, makeing, planning, weddings on March 22, 2008 at 7:24 pm

We worked for six hours yesterday and finished another 23 boxes for Krystal’s wedding! Here’s what the finished product looks like! I can’t wait to see them on all the tables with t-lights all around and rose petals. It’s going to look so good! (Proud mama!)

Only 60 or so to make!

In british, etsy, funny, humor, movie, storque, wedding on March 22, 2008 at 2:25 am

I just saw this movie in Etsy, in the Storque’s Wedding Series and thought it was hilarious!!! So true though!

In etsy, journal, paper, stationary, store, style me pretty on March 20, 2008 at 9:54 pm

I was looking through Style Me Pretty, an amazing blog with great wedding ideas (my husband has to keep reminding me that I’m already married) and found this link to a really cool stationary store.

I’m addicted to stationary. It’s my dream to open up my own brick and mortar shop one day, filled with creative and unique paper, writing utensils, journals, etc. At one point I had even designed my own business card, drawn the floor plan and decided on a name. I just don’t think that my little home town of cowboys would be able to support a fancy store like I have in mind. It might be worth looking into one day though.

In the meantime I’ll stick to buying multiple journals and paper, just because I love the color.


In camp, candy, easter, eggs, hunt, kids, logging on March 20, 2008 at 7:44 pm

Did you know the statues on Easter Island was discovered on Easter Sunday in 1722?

My mom has always been “anti-traditional”. She loves anything that helps set her aside from the cookie-cutter image of being a wife and homemaker. Thus, she has never been great with keeping up the traditional holidays and celebrations. I’m sure we had more Easter memories than this, but the one Easter that stands out is the one we spent living in logging camp.

I was 13 (I remember this clearly because I was horrified when my Grandma sent me a birthday card saying “Happy 12th Birthday!”) and we had made the move to logging camp so my Dad could finish his time at this job before we moved to our farm. Why, I don’t know, he has nothing good to say about the boss, but yet he still worked there for another 8 months.

The camp was located off the north end of Vancouver Island and only accessed by float planes. We had named every plane that landed there and were able to recognize them, even before they landed, by the sound of their engine. Root Beer, Bumble Bee, and Goose. The six of us lived in a small two bedroom cabin, surrounded by old Atco trailers, broken down trucks and heavy machinery, several float houses, a dock and miles and miles of forest. One other couple lived in a bigger house beside us, but they had no kids and were our only company. The camp itself was up the gravel road a bit. Us kids were also able to tell who was driving towards our house because all the loggers had their own trucks, some with lights out, some running more rough. For the most part, all the trucks had their own sound which we came to distinguish between.

Knowing that Easter was coming mom sent some money into town with Marci, the lady that lived beside us, for candy. Marci would take the float plane into town, stay a few days and bring us treats back for our hunt.

Easter day finally came and Marci’s plane landed, ferrying in from the inlet into our bay.

I can’t remember if we were told to stay in the house or not, but somehow they hid the candy outside for us and we were set free to find it. At first we found the usual candy, Eggies, marshmallow chicks…then we started to find more! Soon several large chocolate bunnies were found (four each!), huge rainbow lolly-pops and jawbreakers, licorice and Nerds. Marci had had pity on us kids and had spent another $80.00 on candy without my mom knowing. Thinking about that now, I don’t know how mom reacted, but we were blown away.

I’ll have to write more about the logging camp later…

The biggest reason mom doesn’t stick to the traditional celebrations and ways, is that she wants us to remember the real reason those celebrations happen. It’s hard to keep that in mind while you’re chowing down on chocolate or opening a ton of gifts. I don’t blame her, but I think I’m going to do it a bit differently when I’m a parent.

In Uncategorized on March 19, 2008 at 4:29 pm

Cruising through the net, as usual, I found this great link for a How-To on reupholstering. Did I mention before that I’m trying to wrangle some vintage chairs off of my boss? They’re 30 years old. He’s a lawyer. He should be able to afford new ones. So this link was super helpful because I really want to reupholster these old chairs and I don’t know where to start! I’ll be studying this site for hints.

In airport, australia, bond, sisters on March 19, 2008 at 3:03 pm

Today my sister is coming home from Australia. It’s been a whole year since I’ve seen her and being that we’re best friends, that’s been hard. At first phone calls seem to be enough, but then you realize if it’s not a chat over Tim Hortons coffee, it’s not a chat.

I used to hate her when we were little. She’d ignore me when I wanted to play with her and her friends. It’d get so bad that I’d finally scream “I must be adopted because I real sister wouldn’t treat me this way!”. I hated her. She always tried to be like me, she stole my friends, she flirted (and I rolled my eyes), and she was “Miss Perfect” to my parents.

Dad used to work in logging camp and when he came home he would bring us packages of baseball gum (made to look like chewing tobacco). I knew S (we’ll call her S) would hide hers under her mattress so I would sneak in there to steal bits of hers when mine was done. One of my ways in getting back at her. (Don’t judge me! We were, like, seven!)

Somehow during the years we started to get along. We would stay up all night chatting about boys or our parents. Now, our friends all stare at us strangely because S and I have this weird connection and can make each other laugh just by a look. We know exactly what the other is thinking, we finish each others sentences and we can imitate our mom to a T. S and I are tight. We know each other well. It’s a bond that doesn’t come by you every day and I feel so blessed to have a sister, a part of my family, that I can share it with.

I can’t wait to see her! I’ve put on waterproof mascara for this special occasion…we’re all going to be a mess when we see her at the airport. I get all teary eyed just thinking about it!

Sorry, I’ll quit being such a sap (:

In article, blog, etsy, fuel, seller, store, weekly on March 19, 2008 at 12:58 am

I’ve posted another blog (it’s weekly!) on FMB. Remember to leave a comment when you visit! I’d love to have your input!

In etsy, gocco, ink, interview, job, printer, printing, seller on March 18, 2008 at 4:37 pm

I have a job interview today. I’m nervous. I usually don’t get nervous, I’m usually more confidant than this but this job sounds perfect and I want to make a good impression.

Mostly, I think I’m afraid that this interview will be ‘official’. I hate official interviews. I’d rather a more casual one without the “what are your weeknesses?” questions. I would open up much more if I was asked normal “let’s have a chat” questions. If it gets to official or stoic, I close up, draw blanks and look stupid.

Two slow hours go to.

I finally ordered my Gocco Printer yesterday. I was trying to find a good deal on ebay but in the end, they all turned out to be the same price, give or take a few pennies. So instead of buying off of ebay, I (of course!) opted for Etsy where the same seller was offering a new Gocco and cheaper ink.

I’ve been nervous about the printing process and have been researching how to do it exactly. I discovered this great, super detailed, how-to article. Check it out for a great explanation of how the Gocco actually works (:

Thinking about starting yet another job and the stress of the interview is really making me appreciate those people who are self-employed. You never have to worry about being fired or switching bosses or stressful interviews. Yes, it’s harder work because you’re always promoting your business, but at least you know it’s going to benefit you, not just the boss man.

I come from a self-employment-loving family. My dad and mom have always encouraged us to pursue this employment aspect and have worked towards it themselves.

I’m hoping that one day my Etsy store will suddenly take off and local stores will be selling my bags. I’m crossing all my fingers for self-employment to grab me by the hand one of these days.

In Uncategorized on March 18, 2008 at 1:47 am

Living in Victoria gave me a huge appreciation for the sea. There’s something about it that is so overwhelming and incredibly beautiful. This is one of the pictures I took by the breakwater in Victoria, near my Papa’s tug. A great memory that was captured exactly in this photo.