Flea Marketing
I. Am. Pooped. It’s been a whirlwind couple of days, all lovely and jam packed full of goodness but my feet and legs are killing me today.
Yesterday Coyote and I did major pre-Flea market shop setup running around. Thanks to the time of year the pop-up canopies are on sale at Sprawlmart and the colourful and cheap table cloths plentiful at the dollar store. I was planning on selling only my jewels, the cast offs from my currently dust collecting Beanie Baby collection and some antiques from the O’Curry family farm. However, my floral boss wanted in on the action so with her help I had the prettiest booth at the whole of the market.
Sadly, the crowd just wasn’t up to par. A lot of haggling for nothing and much interest with no actual money exchanging hands minus a few tiny sales here and there. The guy beside me (discount clothing vendor, loud and hilarious) said people come to the market and see a great deal but making the decision to purchase is like they’re buying a house. This is an excellent way of describing most of my conversation today. Haggling one dollar at a time…SIGH.
Oh yeah, got that done too…see the back window of my beloved Bella the Jeep? We major kids, whoring ourselves visually around the countryside.
That’s Mike installing it. I’ve known him for ages and he did an amazing job! I would have done this a month ago but we had to wait for the good weather to really bake that bomb on. I adore it! Go see Mike at Your Computer and Signs and tell him I sent you okay?
I tweeted to the point of nausea about being at the flea market and lucky for me one of my fellow social media tweeties stopped in and we met in person finally. He had Beanie Baby stories too…those little stuffies play little parts in so many lives. Thank you for coming out sir, it was a pleasure to meet both you and your wife.
Also, in other fascinating developments…I was trying to pawn some wish bracelets on a tween girl who wandered over to our booth and I noticed she was cradling a vented box containing some sort of animal. I inquired as to the contents of the magical box and was then introduced to a baby bunny. I made up some elaborate tale of requiring an emergency washroom break shortly after this development and flounced throughout the market in hopes of finding the bunny store.
Because, after all, I am owed a rabbit…this explains it nicely. Anyway, luckily for both Mother and Coyote I missed the bunny dude by a couple of hours, he begins his day early and closes shop before noon. I AM STILL OWED A BUNNY MOTHER…YOUR DOG MURDERED HIM. He’s there every weekend! You can’t escape this!
*Clears Throat.*
My sunburned shoulders and I are off to bed.
Hummingbird Cupcakes
Got my bake on.
The thing about my tried and tested butter-cream frosting recipe is that I need to test it as I go to get the perfect balance of icing sugar and butter. Often I add cream cheese, and this is what this recipe called for. I want the cream cheese to be subtle however the texture of a butter-cream for me is paramount. The downside to all this is now thanks to ingesting all of this pure butter and sugar I will be on a sugar high for the next four days. Give or take.
And tomorrow morning I will wake up with a sugar hangover. Still better than the Gin and Tonic hangover I had a couple of years back. Shivers run up and down my spine at the mere remembrance of those two days curled up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor.
So today, because my Uncle is visiting and we have decided to have a nice family dinner tonight I felt like making something sugary and unique for dessert. Main and starter is always mothers problem, I excel at the apres meal course. So I trolled online and found a wonderful recipe from Natalie’s Killer Cuisine for Hummingbird Cupcakes.
Now don’t be too concerned, no little buzz-y birds were harmed in the making of this yumminess. Hummingbird cake is an American variety of baked good found mainly in the southern United States, however it has been said it originated in Jamaica. Mon.
The icing, if I do say so myself, is a perfect combination of cream cheesy and sweet. The cake is incredibly moist and would be enjoyable even on it’s own without icing. I really need to pick up some coloured sugar, red was all I had leftover from Caloriemas.
This Made my Entire 2012…
Loving new job. LOVE. IT.
How lucky am I? This has always been a dream of mine, to be surrounded by pretty things, to see the smiles on peoples faces. What I set out to do two years ago and without that extra push I needed, that came in the form of a dismissal, I would not have experienced such joy yesterday afternoon. I love being able to make some deliveries for my current boss and after I arranged the white daisies (that mean loyal love, amongst other things) and babies breath and got in the car I set out to deliver a birthday bouquet.
Source: House of Duck
The elderly recipient was quite disoriented during most of our condo directory speaker conversation but once I rounded the corner of the second floor stairs she was waiting at the door for me, holding on to the door frame for support. Tiny and frail with the whitest plume of hair. She was so full of total joy upon seeing her birthday flowers make their way down the hallway via me she covered her mouth in surprise. She had tears in her eyes and couldn’t quite understand how I knew that white daisies were her favourite, especially as I was a complete stranger. I quickly explained that the sender knew her well and wanted to order her favourite flowers for her birthday. I helped her locate the card and read it aloud to her.
Her smile was from ear to ear.
And so was mine.
Her pure unadulterated joy and happiness truly touched me. It reminded me that this was what life was all about and how badly I want this kind of joy in my life at a constant. Something that perhaps is hard to rein in but something to strive to. Making others happy, even with just a Daisy delivery, is what puts the fire in my belly and makes my heart content.
Stalllions and Status Update
Last Thursday Mother was out gallivanting with another horny old broad at a concert and I was left alone. It was a thunderstorm and I am not a fan of such things but was doing well with my guard dog Harley by my side. I also have faith that if ever attacked Marty would step up to the plate but maybe not, he’s finicky after all. Lovely surprise, Coyote showed up and we had a nice night together that involved cookies and a king sized pillowtop. Seperatly. But both happened.
Anyway so the next morning Coyote having to drive all the way downtown meant he was awake and dressing for the day at 6 a.m. Which is precisely when he notified me that a horse was galloping along the fence line, loose and free. This is a bad thing for several reasons. One; everyone has a paddock in which they have been assigned. They are to stay in said paddocks. Two; it’s mating season and we have one stallion and several brood mares. Three; when one party is over one thousand pounds, horny, and running around like a maniac, the other party in this situation becomes quite concerned on how to remedy this without injury to either party.
So. After about five minutes of calm speech and careful ninja-like movements I managed to Zen Mikey out enough that he would allow me to lead him to his stall in the barn for some relaxation after a surely exciting trip out of his paddock.
He was not pleased that I insisted on a victory photograph after I foiled his plans.
In other news loving the job and adoring not sitting all day and expanding at a cubicle. Love the busy pace and the fact I get to be surrounded by lovely flowers all day. Not to mention it is essentially my job to make things pretty. To use my sense of creativity to concoct a bouquet or brainstorm the best way to showcase potted plants. Isn’t that nice? And I get in shape from all of this running around and lifting and carrying and I even get little breaks throughout the day to deliver flowers to excited people.
Or today, to avoid answering the inquieries of a nosy neighbour. Oh, small towns, you are so cute.
Also, great work perks!
So excited for Mammies day on Sunday. Coyote and I are taking out his mom, Motherbomb and non-fairy Godmother to a nice brunch. Also, Jeannie Beanie has started to plan a day of psychic readings and brunch at the house here and I cannot wait to see the old crew. And also, today I discovered a cupcakery has popped up in Uxbridge. Oh hello! How lovely of you to set yourself up a mere two minute walk away from my current place of employment.
See? The universe performs miracle everyday. Lately mine have been cupcakes and not being trampled to death by a large and amorous equine!
How are things in your neck of ze woods darlink?
#photoadaymay #hashtaggingblogtitlesmeansnothing
I kinda failed on my April Photo-A-Day challenge.
In my blogging defense it was my first and I got over halfway there but once I got so far behind I gave up the fight. Not to mention being without a schedule and often staying home for long periods of time the muse would often escape me. Now that I am part timely employed and out of the house more often the muse may come and find me and I shall photograph for your enjoyment. Both here and on my stupid Facebookery.
Source: FatMumSlim
Day One: Peace
Peace…of mind. Nothing like a little Seuss to calm and remind you that you should hug life daily.
Day Two: Skyline
Not a building in sight, isn’t that grand?!? The brown dot, kind of behind the tree, is my Sugarbaby have a little afternoon snooze. I went over to him and gave him a little hug and he was all groggy and yawned. Thousand pound pets are such cuties.
Hatorama
” Look at me! Look at me! Look at me now! It’s fun to have fun but you have to know how! ” – Dr. Seuss, The Cat in the Hat
I needed to pick up some bingo dabbers before our Monday night and because I am both fun and only part-time employed I spent some time in the Dollar store Monday. For some reason the party/children’s aisle was packed and I was loitering in hopes they would all vacate for my photo shoot but then I just gave up and started snapping. I had no idea Dollarama had such a stellar collection of bother affordable and adorable head wear.
Surprisingly comfortable. I have begun, as possibly an ode to Daphne Blake, using little vintage scarves from my grandmothers as tied neck apparel. It’s joyful, Monday as you will notice was polka dot day.
There was a canine version yet no feline. Surely if there was a feline version I would have certainly purchased said item so I could properly embarrass Boyfriend with as we stroll out in public.
My personal favourite. Always been a visor kind of girl and in hindsight I should have actually bought this. Not only does this tout function; obviously a winner for keeping that sun from beating upon one’s forehead but also goes with everything.
Everything! Black tie and casual totally covered!
A Dab Will Do Ya
Monday night Jan and I went to Delta Bingo.
I felt like doing something different and getting back to my roots. Both my Baba and my Gran O’Curry used to love to dab. I often went with Baba, car full of grey hairs from the Ukes retirement living centre and I would spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon at the parlour trying to win all the jackpots. It was always fun and I haven’t been in years so I roped Jan in to accompanying me.
I got slight Bingo card ordering anxiety. The other patrons were professionals and I ended up somehow with the above large book of cards to dab, a laptop of some kind and two books of laminated cards. I have estimated per game, between the laptop and I, we were covering over 20 cards. I will not play that many next time, it was workout, I had to pat my brow a couple of times.
If you want to know how I got the little computer I can’t even recall. I said something about a package and was handed copious amounts of things, both laminated and not. I was so confused it wasn’t even at all funny. Luckily we had a couple experts sitting beside and behind us that were happy to help and my computer dabbed in pink hearts for me and provided a count on how close I was on each card it was watching for me. Two numbers away on three cards and so forth.
Luckily the very first game I won, along with another winner so we had to split the $100.00. I blame the streak of frewsh-out-of-the-gate luck on the ballin’ green dabber I bought there. Shiny lid does the trick. I pimped out when it came to dabbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful except for some tense moments when were we merely numbers away from ten thousand dollars. I love Bingo! Both exciting and relaxing at the same time and a fun Monday night.
Just an FYI, if you are a Bingo virgin…free dabber and coffee with your first visit, everyone is very helpful so ask lots of questions and it’s cash only. And when you win a bunch of blue hairs give you a big smile and a thumbs up.
Oh Marten
Someone who shall remain nameless decided it was a good idea to graze on the lawn and THEN munch on some of mom’s herbs and veggies she had just transferred to Jiffy Pots on Sunday night. Oh sure it was a good idea at the time. Surely a winner. Then of course as mommy awoke on Monday to several rather artistic and neon coloured patches of God knows what on the kitchen floor Marty did the only thing a furpants could do in such a situation…
he prayed for the return of good health to his life.
Are you there God? It’s me, Marten. I’ve made some poor diet choices and need your help.
BAD! KITTY!
Sunday Funday
Coyote came over Saturday night and we snuggled (see? I have a heart sorta) and watched Moneyball. I enjoyed it, Jonah Hill is truly excellent in everything and I had no idea Philip Seymour Hoffman was in that film. I love PSH. LOVE. I think it’s a combination of ginger and so much talent that makes me weak in the knees…nevertheless it makes more sense than my ongoing crush on Val Kilmer. And by that I don’t mean the old school Val in Top Gun…no, no. The current and rather bloated Val.
Swoon.
Misunderstood by so many.
Yesterday, without real schedule or intention we ended up at Upper Canada Mall. So full of tweens and lovely things. I tried to find the Ciate Caviar Manicure set at Sephora but it’s not available in store yet I am told. Since my Visa and I are in a trial separation (Visa has been banished to the blustery tundra of the freezer, floating magically in a little iceberg of his own) I am not buying online. I’ll just wait until they carry it in store. Or I’ll see if I can fashion a reasonable homemade facsimile with the help of the dollar store today.
But really, must. Have. Rainbow. Ball. Nails.
THEN, after a terrible and expensive meal full of sodium that looked like this…
Look at you architectural salad that was sixteen dollars yet so salty I am still dehydrated. I ate the chicken and gave up the fight. Meal saved by wonderful Boyfriendly company.
After all this I was jazzed and my blood sugar returned to normal so I sprinted to Forever21 to see what was up in the world of cheap and cheerful fashion. Little did I know that yesterday was the day only 21% off everything in the store sale. Everything happens for a reason and this is why I came to the mall.
Hooray! That basic black maxi is going to be worn to the point of nausea I can just feel it. And new-found Christinka fact…just fell in love with Tye-dye all over again.
As a side note that will not be photo-logged, because of my weight gain and now HUGE boobs I need to find a really good and supportive bra that can keep the girls in check. Although I have never been a Victoria Secret kind of gal I wandered in to their change room with a couple of options. Nothing to write home about but once I put on the ultimate push up bra I spent so much time marvelling over mine own jugs the salesgirl actually knocked to check up on me.
HOLY. CROW!!!
And then we go to Staples and the printable Avery cards and labels I need for my jewels were half price. Lovely! Thank you life for that, I enjoy saving the monies.
I didn’t buy the epic bra. I didn’t feel like spending the money. Ironically, I need to return two items to Forever21, bought something I assumed was a dress/tunic but is a jumper. I don’t do jumper, rompers and I do not get along. So I have a feeling once the returns are completed that bra is mine. This will have to wait for another day, tonight is Bingo with Janet (so excited I could barf) and the tomorrow I have to get my schedule for WORK. Cause I have a job now. Which works out well because this will allow me to buy impressive bras and shit to put on my nails.
What are you doing today kittens?
Weekending
TGIF just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’ve been home all week. But the weekend is nice to have nonetheless. Especially when it looks like this;
It helps when you have seven beautiful horses greet you with nays and brays as well.
Mikey dragged me everywhere to get at grass to graze on. It’s a thirty second walk to his paddock but because he’s 1200 pounds and I’m significantly less than that he won that battle. It was really a one sided conversation though, once I sat down in the grass and let him graze he didn’t really say much between mouthfuls.
Big afternoon planned…
Fascinator, wish bracelets, trying to keep glue out of Marty’s fur. I also need to catch up on my photo a day challenge. I have taken the pictures but they needs some editing and then posting. My little plants needs to be transplanted too in to their jiffy pots. I swear just after I posted the other day my entire tray of second seeds bloomed in to a bunch of wonderfulness. I adore growing things, I do possess some sort of nurturing qualities. It just only applies to plants and cats.
What are you doing today pumpkinfaces?