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…but not today.  They’re gonna wash away, they’re gonna wash away.

Listening to lots of Purdy lately and loving it still.  Keeps me sewing, you know.  Finished another ‘love’ bag for the opening and as usual I want to keep it.  I’m a little proud of it and I feel kind of like I’m settling into a groove again, which is nice because one starts to feel lame and completely void of creativity when making the same thing that everyone else makes over and over.  But this is original (I think) so I’ll be sticking with this type of stuff, stuff that I would actually carry, stuff that I just happen to love…

Listen:

Look:

Sweet mother of God, have you seen this weather?!  I know, I know, I’ve lived my entire life in nothing but midwest winters but lord, they never cease to depress or amaze me.  One would think I’d be used to 70 degrees on a Tuesday and 4 degrees on a Wednesday but seriously?  Yesterday was decent – cold as hell, but decent in that we could actually still bundle up and leave the house if need be – but today is just ridiculous.  Last year this time we were hit with a massive ice storm (not just snow people, ICE!) and for over a week The Bug and I were without power.  We were some of the luckier residents on the street because we live on natural gas (don’t get me started on how this is negatively effecting our enormous utility bills this winter) and that meant that we still had heat and hot water and a stove on which to cook.  This also meant that though we weren’t hoping the generator didn’t give out, we were providing half the damn town with regular showers and meals.

Anyway, today looks dreary.  The ice, within a mere half hour, has already piled up outside and just walking across the street to steal some sugar for my morning coffee proved almost too treacherous.  This also means that because this is such an old town and the wiring throughout is frayed and fragile, we’ll most likely lose power at some point…and that may last for who knows how long.  And candle living, my friends, is not my idea of a good time…

So I thought, in keeping up with my goal, I should pop in early (even before I’m awake really, mind you!) and get this done lest the lights start to flicker and things get dark.

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{It’s even worse now, in the 20 minutes it took me to upload the damn photo and stick it here.  Midwest winters blow…}

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And because I’m crafty and this here is my crafty blog, some baggy goodness…

{Good Days Bag.  More Purdy inspiration and some of those vintage hand sewn quilt squares.  For the shop opening, 2.15}

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If there’s power tomorrow (and there will be as I’m currently willing it so via Jedi mind tricks) I’ll be back.  Enjoy your most likely ice free day my friends :)…

{In need of a vacation. Nothing exotic, just a short jaunt across the state line would do…}

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{Much design work, for myself and mom. It’s gonna involve some serious alone time with me and Photoshop because we both need banners and business cards. Here’s the color schemes I’m thinking…}

{for mom – she’s getting some sort of bird motif/scenery and she’s calling it Granny Vine Studio}

{for me – something involving trees, no doubt…}

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{Much more bag making. Here’s the inspiration for today…}

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{Then there’s this. I’m remiss to point it out because it’s powerful and because I am so strongly supporting another candidate (and have for nearly five years now) that I think would do a much better job (and that’s a total understatement) but he’s on to other work now and my vote has to go somewhere. I should point out though a fact that I think bears mentioning: Obama’s speech writer, the young man who wrote the very speech Barack is giving here, is a 26-year-old white boy named Jon Favreau.}

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{i am sam. i make things.}

This is where I detail the goods I make as I'm making them, the music I'm listening to as I discover it, and the inspiration that I stumble upon when I'm in need of it.
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