new books

I just finished a new batch of books for my beloved former place of employment, the Electric Fetus in Duluth, Minn. They're making their way there via the postal service right now.

And we returned mostly unscathed and only a little worse-for-wear from our weekend RV trek/urban camping adventure to Joshua's band's out-of-state show. This is what I was doing during the show:




You know it's a party when there's a sparkly purse involved.

soo good

I am wildly, inappropriately excited about my new reusable Baggu grocery bags. They had their maiden voyage at the store yesterday when I used every one of the eight shiny new ones we bought last week. It was awesome, kids -- and now we have a pleasantly stocked fridge. Anything so utilitarian that also comes in an array of beautiful, Jennie-friendly colors was tailor-made to capture my approval/object lust.

Also, the picture is a stock one from Baggu, but I spend a lot of time in dark jeans and black flats, so we'll just pretend.

reclaimed!

Over a year ago I provided a box of items for an exclusively handmade boutique that opened up in my hometown. Now, I wasn't there to see how it went and I won't go into the gory details here, but the short story is the shop closed last summer and I am only now getting my unsold items back. I'm only getting them back now because I threatened legal action.

It was a headache, but a good business lesson, I suppose.

At any rate, a few of the reclaimed animals (a lovely linen dog and a corduroy bear) are now up for sale in the shop, where they should have been in the first place.

Oh, and I've made a new poster for Joshua's band:

josh is a good josh

Joshua got me much-needed gocco supplies for my birthday this year. Last year he helped me stock up on polaroid film. You see, everything I love seems to go out of production. I am the kiss of death for art supplies, recording media and restaurants - the cooler, the harbinger of the end. It's a cruel, cruel world when you can't get hold of your supplies.



And he got me this book which has made me want even more to build a screen printing studio...which will involve more tools and more supplies and more ink smears....

Also, I shelled out a few birthday dollars and finally upgraded to a flickr pro account, and I cannot even explain the relief I've gained by being able to group my photos into all the piddly sets and collections I want. The organization is intoxicating. Just let it wash over you.

birthday-ing

Today is my birthday, the big two four. I am probably around seven years old in this picture, playing dress up with my cousin Kristen (in the jaunty leopard number) and I think I look adequately celebratory. This picture also proves my lifelong love of large purses. yay cake!

home again home again

After an inexcusable, prolonged abandoning of this space, I'm home again and reacquainted with our computer.

I had a lovely, slushy trip north to Duluth to see friends + family and generally ate/drank/giggled too much the whole time. My sister and I seem to be prone to giggling at our own jokes. We think we are very, very funny. "EPOXY," she turned to me and said once, reverentially, "it's god's glue."



I also built a tiny wooden car for a pinewood derby:



I named her Gertrude (she's the white one with the red stripe) and she got third place overall. I was pretty tickled about the whole thing. Yes, the car in the back is a sandwich.







My birthday twin Nyssa June and I are happy from all our derby-ing.




Now that I am reunited with my workspace, I'm planning for a shop update with more animals + goodies soon.