Auntie Nettie's Attic Merchandise 2013 - April

I just have no words anymore about how quickly time passes. I just blink .. and whooosh. Like a speeding tin can ...

April started with me trying to take a sick day - and ending up working half a day from home.

Then I also:
- worked too much, stress ate, didn't get enough sleep;
- attended a vocal recital of my work study student in Alice Tully Hall;
- attended a Juilliard Orchestra concert in Alice Tully Hall that concluded with the sublime Firebird Suite;
- had working lunches with colleagues;
- had meeting with the new VP;
- attended my first wedding at New York Municipal Court for my friend Claire and her new spouse Jenny;

- baked;
- caught up on television;
- ran errands;
- had way too many meetings - seriously, it should be called meetings and not work;
- gave blood at the end of a working day (and about passed out during the middle of it and then again at the top of the stairs at my train station);

  - and had a last minute get away with Christine. 

I did manage to finish one complete afghan and start two other projects.

ANA 2013-13: Light blue Diamond-patterned crib cover

(1 10.5 oz. skein Bernat Baby Sport, Baby Blue, acrylic)
(as of 3/15, no longer available)

Still outstanding? You know it.

 

UFO/Public Enemy Number 1  Multi-colored, multi-fibered bane of my existence, started back in 2010.

 20 13 UFO 1: White Diamond-patterned crib cover, Bernat Baby Sport, acrylic

2013 UFO 2: Red Heart Camouflage color scarf

I need a long couple of weeks, so I CAN FINISH THAT STUPID AFGHAN and reopen the shop. I need to take pictures and write text and get all of these things up on etsy.com, do some marketing, and start moving them on out of the Attic.

In the meantime, if you see anything from past entries that interest you, please let me know and I'll send you dimensions and pricing.

Toy Society Drop: Orient Beach State Park, NY

It's been a while since I did a Toy Society drop, although I have a bag of these free toys ready to go and I've taken then with me to various destinations. (There's also a stash at Grandmary's house in Utah.) For one reason or another, leaving them behind has been overlooked or reconsidered due to potential weirdness with the security threats.

This weekend, when I packed an over night bag for my beach day with Christine, I did remember to grab a toy to drop .. and more importantly, felt comfortable enough to leave one behind near the beach.

Again, my apologies to the Toy Society ladies in Australia who had instructed us to leave the information via Flickr or Facebook. Ain't going to happen - though, if you check their site, it hasn't been updated in a while either.

Who: Made and released by me, Auntie Nettie
What: A slightly grumpy kitty
When: Saturday, April 27, 2013 around 6 p.m.
Where: Orient Beach State Park, the north fork of Long Island, in one of the play centers

 

Hopefully Mr. Kitty found a new home very soon.

Check out some of my earlier Toy Society toys submissions here.

Happy Place: Where to hang my hat

Obviously I've been a bit behind on posting lately ...

It's been a bit hard to balance* everything, and I'm falling short of the mark.

Luckily, my darling dear friend Christine called late in the week with a spur of the moment remedy to keep up both from being so crabby. (Be free Mr. Crab - go back to the water!)

An overnight trip out to the North Fork of Long Island ... the very first day at the Orient Beach State Park was opened for the season. Aside from a Girls Scout jamboree and the gulls, we pretty much had the rocky, shell-y, Sandy-shorn and shaped beach to ourselves.

Thanks Christine. I needed to hang my hat up for a while and have a change of scenery and sensations.

*It's hard to take a self portrait while balancing on someone's former porch beam, hold a bag, hold your hat, hold your sweater closed, and take a photo in the wind.

Wreck it Wednesday: Wreck This Journal Updates

From the Preface: 
Warning: During the process of this book you will get dirty. You may find yourself covered in paint, or any other number of foreign substances. You will get wet. You may be asked to do things you question. You may grieve for the perfect state that you found the book in. You may begin to see creative destruction everywhere. You may begin to live more recklessly. 

  

Still in progress:

Fun times, fun times. 
Maybe I shouldn't have reinforced the holes 
before I stabbed them up?

Negative comments are easy to find, especially in fashion magazines.

When the journal said make a paper chain, I thought, DAISY CHAINS.

Quote of the Day

via @MormonTabChoir

Happy Birthday Mom!

 Happy Birthday Mom!

Doesn't it just seem like yesterday that you were this tiny and

 taking this big step to create your own family tree?

Oh wait. What? You don't want me to remind you of that? 

Or take a picture of you with your mouth full of a Frosty-like substance?

Which is it? Both?

Tough. I'm not sorry.

Why?

Because it's so FUN to document these little candid moments of your life for your progeny.

 Like: When you were "keeping an eye on the rolls so they don't burn" or 

"I'm just HELPING! You spelled that wrong. Again."

 I KNOW your mother taught you not to point ... because you CONSTANTLY told us not to point.

(Oh, it's a mule deer -- off there in the distance in Zion National Park. Well ... it's still not okay.)

Kids ... DON'T POINT! This is my point.

 It's better to be a listener and a friend, especially on trail walks through national parks.

 

I always enjoy seeing you be the Grandmary - which ever way you can. 

In person, on trips, or even over Skype. 

I'm so happy you love all your grandkids.

I hope you got to snuggle with the littles in Idaho this last little bit,

just like you got to snuggle with the twins when they were still teeny.

 Those babies surely do have you wrapped around their once little tiny fingers.

 So I wish you a very happy birthday - on the road once again. 

Safe travels, check in when you can, don't drive distracted, or sleepy. 

Stop every once in a while and let Dad out for a pit stop.

And my apologies ... your gift is ... um ... somewhere in the mail. 

Somewhere.

And, well, it is probably "what's in the box."*

Wishing you lots of love,

and a very Happy Birthday.

xo ME!

*Inside family joke - to eventually be carved on Dad's footstone.

Pictures from trips out West  December 2012/January 2013