an epic bust {but pretty pictures}

 Last night I went to bed early but woke up a few hours later for a bathroom break. As I crawled back in bed I suddenly felt a bump-bump-bump and then a nice rolling rumbling sensation. My first thought was earthquake and then I thought "crap...the casa is already a disaster, I hope this isn't a big one." It wasn't thought it did make me feel carsick with all that rolling and so I settled down and quickly fell back to sleep.

I had a yard sale yesterday, hence the messy casa. My vintage yard sale was a bust. Blame it on the suddenly cool weather, a crafty show and/or a bike tour..who knows? My prices were fair and I marketed it as a vintage boutique sale not a yard sale to help get the point across. People didn't argue with the prices...they just did not show up....sigh. Well, a handful did and I may have made a whopping $18 but if you subtract the cost of the rolling rack and the cost of the postcards I printed to place all over town I was in the hole $10. Oh boy!

I spent most of today photographing my vintage dresses. Mister set up a nifty staging area and so I snap, snap, snapped away. Man, taking pictures of clothes is both kinda less-than-thrilling and tiring. I still have to measure everything, edit photos, and list them on etsy. Sooo much work. For now, I'm going to sit on the sofa and be lazy-ish. Sort of...as much as I can at least. I will edit photos and work on blog posts for the preschool, oh and I will wash dishes so I can feel like I accomplished something.

Mister has been banished* from the tiny casa so that I can get stuffity-stuff done. The tiny casa feels even more tiny what with all the stuffity-stuff all over the place. I fear it may take me a few weeks to recover. I got things to do, I need to work quickly!

*his banishment consists of working on our last minute Halloween costume idea. Wish him luck!

casa de chaos

I'm having a vintage yard sale tomorrow morning and the tiny casa looks as if it could be featured on Hoarders (and I mean that from a very real perspective). In between unboxing tub after tub of forgotten vintage, I have been dabbing painted newspaper squares into glue to create a Day of the Dead calavera for my front door. There is nothing like a little arts and crafts to keep you both in perpetual procrastination AND productive. I am doing everything BUT and the casa looks it. There are clothes hanging over every surface and all sorts of vintage bits tumbling about. From paperdolls to ceramic squirrels to aprons and the like, I think this chaos just might consume me.

Keep your fingers crossed my sale is a productive one. The camera a-go-go is brokity broke and the only way I can get a new one is by selling off my loot...or, you know accepting donations...which I am totally open to. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...I'm also painting up a newspaper storm. Papel picados will soon be in the shop. Happy Friday, folks! If you see anything that interests you, gimme a shout!

summer road trip: the petrified forest

summer road trip: lunch in flagstaff

We left Tara's to head up to the Petrified Forest. We stopped in Flagstaff for a leg stretch, wander and lunch. Lunch was had at Cafe Pickles where the staff was super friendly and the food perfect for a road trip. Mister got a deep fried hot dog (hey, we were on the road) and I got a cuban sandwich. We did not however, get deep fried pickles. I'm thinking maybe we should have, you know, in the spirit of the road trip. Sigh.

After a walk around back to the car, we got back on the road and headed towards some dark skies. Yay! It had been HOT in Arizona and yes, we knew it was going to be, but still...it looked like ran was in our future, onwards to the Petrified Forest!

squash happy

 Last weekend we hit up our favorite pumpkin farm and loaded up our wagons full of squash and such. I have vague plans for what I wish to do with my bounty but we'll see if I can actually get to it. Things are a smidge kooky here in the tiny casa. I'm working on blog posts and projects, two special November projects, house cleaning and vintage yard sale prep. Toss in actual work-work and my tendency to lose track and you can imagine the fun that is going on. Picture a multitude of half-done projects decorating the tiny floor-space of the tiny casa. Fun times.

So yes, we drove up to Chesebrough Farm to take a gander at this years' crop of pretty. mister and I picked up a wagon full of happy for under $25 and the sister a-go-go went a little grander.

I love visiting this farm. Each year the crop is surprising and each year the crop is just as delightful as can be. The folk who run the farm are super nifty and patiently answer our questions and we a-go-gos tend to ask a lot of questions.

We packed our pretty in the back of Eleanor and now I have a pretty collection. There are two luminas, a blue ballet, a warty thing and a handful of gourds. They look mighty pretty all piled together. Maybe I won't carve into them after all....

the october bed