I got the news yesterday — I did not get into the Marion Fine Arts Festival this year . . . . I’m kinda bummed but am going to keep applying to some other art fairs . . . . trying to break out of my geographic region! The flip side is that I am going to participate in two Art Sprees with the Illinois Artisans Program in Chicago — one in July and one in September. I am very excited about that!
The class in Galesburg on Saturday (sorry, no pictures . . . .) went so well that Annette and I are going to go back on March 9 to teach a leather wrap bracelet class. March 2 we will be in Fort Madison, IA, teaching the Viking knit to ladies there. Be sure to come by and see us, even if you can’t come for class — just say hi!
Regarding my participation in the Bead Soup Blog Party: I received my wonderful package from my exchange partner Dana James (find her blog here!). Her packaging was much nicer than mine . . . and I was so excited to receive it that I didn’t get a picture taken! (notice a theme about pictures?) Do you remember that I was moving the “sewing room” over the holidays (all of my stuff out of the room, Sara’s stuff in, Tyler’s stuff into Sara’s old room and, in theory, my stuff into Tyler’s old room)? I’ve been taking my time (that’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it) to organize as I put things away . . . Getting rid of things I haven’t used and probably won’t use as I touch them. I found some long ago made and much unloved lampwork beads that I was going to gift to my friend Merrell. I was also asking her to help me design something with my Bead Soup. You will all be amazed that the beads were perfect to match to the Soup mix I received. Merrell took all of it to her workshop (do you see elves with little hammers?) and transformed it into a wonderful piece of jewelry. And I do promise pictures — but not until 03/30/13! (teaser alert!)
In farming news — last week I managed not to burn down the barn! I came home (Wednesday, I think), came in the house (as always), checked the mail changed my clothes . . . went to the barn. Wondered what that odd smell was and figured that the neighbors were burning something. Turned out my heat lamp had fallen, probably about the time I pulled into the garage and straw trapped under the metal was starting the smolder! I haven’t had it plugged in since — I’m a little weirded out about how close that was . . . .
I have managed to sprout two flats of 72 cells of lettuce (each a different kind) and planted one flat of 48 of peppers. . . . that one hasn’t sprouted yet. I’m thinking of bringing in a heat mat to give it a boost. But since the heat lamp incident, I really want to be home the whole day to keep an eye on it. Maybe Sunday . . .