Archive for June, 2008

Part 2 (of the trip post)

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

So where was I? Ah yes…

The less-than-delightful:

* two hundred dollar EZ-up canopy deciding it just didn’t want to go up so easy that whole 3rd use and expressing said desire by breaking in four places… because you know one break wouldn’t have made the point as well… sheesh how overdramatic can you get?

There he is. Looking like something that fell off a space station…

* ridiculous storms in the McCarren Park pool, resulting in the pool once again functioning as a pool (see definition of pool: “an excavation that is (usually) filled with water”)… this time with more booth wreckage:

Note that none of these are my tents. Perhaps my tent karma was finally paying up.

Okay, so those were the highlights. Unless you’d like more on the giant locusts that splattered the windshield driving to Georgia… or perhaps a riveting description of the big-box megastore in North Carolina where I picked up Canopy II.

I did, however, find a delicious stash of never worn vintage jewelry pieces with which to play… stay tuned for Summer 08.

You don’t call, you don’t write…

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Hey, you try two weeks on the road in 100-degree temperatures driving an SUV for hours so packed full of Buzz biz paraphernalia that every time a door is opened bits of old jewelry and booth shelving jump out, desperate for escape.

The trip was an amazing experience… and exhausting and interesting…

Let’s start with the delightful:

* Meeting Melissa, the lovely proprietress of The Makery, a super-cute indie shop chock full of wonderful handmade goods (like Buzz Jewelry!). I think she’s making air quotes here, which as someone who talks with my hands I can totally appreciate.

* Making all kinds of new friends along the way, several of whom couldn’t wait to stock Buzz in their fabulous stores… you’ll have to check my website for more details.

* The awe-inspiring crowds of indie shoppers that is a Renegade craft fair… this would be before the crowds arrived obviously. See, there’s me. Talking with my hands.

* Sleeping in a wigwam. Who knew a wigwam could be so claustrophobia-inducing? The best part was the outside, complete with Charlie-Brown’s-shirt zigzag print:

Next up, the less-than-delightful…