So it's flea market day in Brooklyn and I'm sitting at home wrapped in a blanket instead. Why would I do this, especially after spending the entire day yesterday making new stuff for my table? Please see the drips at right:
It's 37 degrees and raining here and I just couldn't bring myself to go out there! I can handle cold no problem and I can certainly handle rain in the summer when having a stranger see your skivvies through a soaked summer frock is the worst that can happen. (Next to water damaged wares of course.) But cold November rain? No thanks.
The thought of my bare fingers, or worse, rain soaked gloved fingers, folding up icy table cloths into wet bags at the end of the day = ICK. The thought of dragging all the wet stuff home to hang dry in my apartment = DOUBLE ICK. The thought of standing in my tent all day, shivering, weakening my immune system for days afterward= TRIPLE ICK. The thought of paying $$ to do all this and most likely not make a sale = SILLY. So I'm thinking that my decision to stay home= SMART, despite the fact that I'm out my booth fee. After all, I still have to pay whether I show up or not.
Of course, there's always the chance that I could have made bank today. You never know with Flea Markets. There was one drippy day in September when I actually sold more than a bright summer day! Maybe I should have toughed it out. At least then there would have been a chance of making some money back. Whereas here, at home, in my blanket, I'm 100% unlikely to make a sale.
I've already made my decision though, so I just have to make the best of this day. It's a rare and unexpected opportunity to get ahead of the game! What should I do??
Deal with my HUGE pile of Laundry?
Make stuff so I'll have even more next week?
Make up for my lack of November blog posts and blog all day?
Bake cookies so the oven will heat up my apartment? (My heat is not working, another reason I'm too cold to go out there!!)
Lately, it seems I've been too busy even to eat a semi-proper meal. (Although I did splurge the other night and go here! Probably the best dinner ever!) I've felt too tired to upload photos or construct a thought. Sad.
The thing is, in order to have periods of Inspired Living, one must have times of uninspired living, right? It's not even like my days are that uninspired, they just don't have the extra hour or two here and there to log in and type about it. I'm still making and knitting away getting ready for Christmas time at the Flea and developing a few new patterns for Blue Sky.
What I've mostly been doing though is preparing for a dance performance in LA:
Santa Monica Museum of Art Friday, November 14 and Saturday, November 15, 2008 7 pm $15, $10 for SMMoA members Seating is limited. First come, first seated.
Choreographer Melinda Ring and dancers Kimberly Hamlin and Sari Nordman take over Martin Kersels’ sculpture “Rickety”. As one moody individual portrayed by three people, they navigate the sculpture’s split levels and awkward spaces with a mysterious group mind to the accompaniment of a ticking clock and other ambient sounds.
This performance is in conjunction with the exhibition "Martin Kersels: Heavyweight Champion" on view at the Santa Monica Museum of Art from September 13 to December 13, 2008.
Santa Monica Museum of Art Bergamot Station G1 2525 Michigan Ave Santa Monica, CA 90404 www.smmoa.org
I like getting to be a dancer and fly to places to perform. (Actually, this is the first time I'm doing it, but it seems like a cool thing!) In order to be a better dancer I have to take a break from the feverish making of things and relax more. I'd love to think it was a conscious plan, but the truth is, when I get home I'm tired and don't have enough mind focus to come up with new ideas. So, in order to retain a little bit of productivity, I'll sit and work on a harf for a while and that seems to be enough for now.
I'll be back at the flea market November 23rd with a table full of new jewelry, trees, craft kits and harfs.
If you know anyone in LA... tell them about my dance!!!
Obama is #44! I want to stay awake all night so the feeling won't end! The horns outside are blaring, people are shouting - the city is rejoicing!
It feels amazing to be not only a witness to such an event, but participant. For the first time in my life I sat and listened to my 'leader' speak and just believed. Nothing he said in his speech was off to me. It reminded me of my own passion for this country (and that that is ok).... which I've only ever felt when reading the Constitution or Gettysburg address... and desire to find a way to be a working part of it. Finally. Thank you Barack! You are truly gifted. I feel like part of something and am very proud to call you my President.
Patriots, we all are still. Let's make our country better!!!