meccahi | On the Homefront..

I've been quiet, not from apathy or sloth.. but because I have been so freakin busy that I've barely had two moments alone.. let alone time to update. ( I have however managed to squeeze in time for a few games of Farkle... priorities people.. priorities).

I'm in North Carolina.. we just finished up the second weekend of show.. ( which was absolutely lame by the by). Cold, wet, windy, more cold.. and then freezing. People apparently aren't tempted by the pretties when the thought of cold metal against skin makes your teeth chatter in sympathy.

We also just finished up 3 days of "Kid's days". Right after opening weekend ( which did NOT suck.. it was in fact.. dandy. Not fabulous.. but dandy).

Kid's days remind me, yet again.. that birth control is our friend. Use it wisely folks.

Cullen and I are renting a room 6 miles from the show. It's the best and the worst $400 I've ever spent.

You see we had a choice.. rent a room 6 miles from show.. from a recently widowed mother on welfare, trying to support two boys (13 and 4), in a (rather nice looking actually) double wide trailer,.. OR.. be about 15 miles from show.. in a gorgeous Victorian house in a beautiful neighborhood with our own private bath, in a house full of all adults who were never home.

My heart said one thing, my brain said another...I listened to the brain, and the trailer house won out.

It's been worth it to not fight the traffic that would have come with being 15 miles from site ( that we're commuting to every day since I'm keeping most everything in the shop there).. and that the welfare mom is sweet, has DVR and records whatever I want, and also cooks for us. She's a peach. The fact that we have heat, and a dry place to sleep has been phenomenal.. plus free internet and washer and dryer.. and our own personal shower.

It's been horrid because I want to boil her 4 year old son and eat him with marinara sauce. He's a monster. A screaming, whining, terrorizing, over-sugared nightmare. This is why we don't give children soda woman! He screams constantly to get his way, and Mom gives in. He eats way too much sugar and is already obese at 4 years old.

I will say in her defense though... other than ~~fattening him for slaughter~~ overfeeding/sugaring him.. that..she's an excellent Mom.. she plays with him...she interacts with him constantly.. she reads to him. I think that a lot of her giving in to him is her way of trying to be both Mother, and Father. I can understand WHY she bends to him so easily, but it doesn't make living with the little terror any easier.

Tomorrow is our first "real" day off. I'm elated. First a stop at morning breakfast and bizarre bazarre, and then a few hours of goofing off. Then to make another scale mail mantle.. because Etsy has done it's thing, and the one I made a couple of months ago has sold. I've had a slew of inquiries and special order requests this week and I have no idea why... but I'm not going to complain.. after this last weekend I'll take all of the help I can get..

I'm trying to keep up with my photography as well... and I'm in the perfect spot to do it ..( and my apologies for these not being under a cut... I have no idea how to do it while writing in rich text.. any suggestions?)

I have photos of the Scuttlebutt AKA Shroedinger, aka Devil's Toaster Over AKA YaarrrCar loaded down with EVERYTHING.. and still having room to fit two people... those will have to be for later... but for now... these are from today.. The shop is located right next to the front stage at the show.. so we're entertained all day.

We've become friends with the Falconers at this show... in fact one of them is going to be my minion during the week and do some knitting for me.

This is Artemis the Owl

One of the falcons decided to hang out on top of the stage...

Dexter Tripp... the flaming tightrope walker

And.. I suck and can't remember his name... but he's an absolute sweetheart.. and looked exactly as anyone would with a flaming torch coming towards your face.

Oi. Going to collapse into a heap and be dead for a good 8 hours. Minimum. Wake me if the apocalypse happens... anything else before Noon can Bugger the Hell Off.