We interrupt your regularly scheduled weekend to bring you this update:
The sale has begun.
But someone didn't get the memo.
Five great ladies (and one slightly frantic one) have slaved away for weeks, nay, months, to prepare this amazing conglomeration of artistic endeavors the likes of which this humble hamlet has ne'er before seen.
It took two days to set up.
You sooooo should have been here...
with the 12 other people who came.
Yep. Sad huh? It's okay, I wear waterproof mascara. But please tell me this isn't a commentary on the aesthetic sensitivities of Nor Cal at large. I am hoping this was merely a situation where everyone has a synchronous thought, that thought being "I'll wait 'til next weekend". Well, lucky for them there is still fudge left over. Of course, next weekend is six days away, so I can't promise I won't eat it every day for lunch between now and then (Dark Chocolate Orange fudge. Oh, yeah, baby).
Did I mention Guy's new Raspberry White Chocolate Ice Cream Topping? I didn't?
I joke, but this is really more important to me than just breaking-even on the cost of my materials. Like so many other things in our culture that are becoming "a thing of the past" (like music in the schools or basic respect in a Walmart checkout line), artisans are being replaced or out-moded.
By cheap labor.
By TV culture.
By sheer laziness.
Cheap, plastic and press-board CRAP.
I long for the days when someone thought it wasn't good enough to just make a chair, they wanted to make it strong and enduring and beautiful. It is through art that early man first began to record his history and hopes on cave walls. Yeah, sure, he always painted his dead mammoth a little bigger than the one his cave-mate killed, but he painted it. And later, someone along the River Nile said "let's bury this old guy in something beautiful", and someone else said "let's paint on our walls and ceilings,
and build cathedrals that reach the stars."
And just as humankind's genius seemed as though it was truly touched by God himself,
some knucklehead said "I think we could make this way cheaper in China".
And on the day the first man said "Let's build a mini-mall",
a deep sob welled up from the depths of history
and Di Vinci turned over in his grave. Twice.
Did you know some ancient Native American tribes forbade women from creating images of animals and people, so afraid were they that her life-giving power might cause her images to come alive? Isn't that beautiful? I mean sure, she was still being repressed, but if you ask me, they had good cause to fear.
Women are powerful creators!
Look what we can do...!
We can raise human beings - more than one at a time - and still find time in the day to tend to the mundane, nourish little bodies and big spirits and hungry minds, type left handed while nursing, pick up stray diaper-nuggets (I did that tonight, so fun) and still create something beautiful;
A little clay pot.
May you find time this week
to build your cathedral to the stars.
And if you finish by Friday, stop by my studio to sample the fudge.
My studio was heard to be singing the song "I'm too sexy".
Pearls and paintings and pots, oh my!
Lovelies by Erin, Pat and Amanda.
Robin still wearing a smile, even after helping till 11pm last night and hanging with me for the day today. Thank you, Robin!!! You can tag and hang jewelry with me any time!