I can't believe I didn't post this before! I haven't written about the devastating situation in Haiti on here (well because I haven't really been posting much lately). I have started a special section in my shop called "we all can help" and either all proceeds or a percentage of the proceeds from each piece in that section will be going to the Red Cross.
No one has taken me up on it yet in my shop, but because I know there is strength in numbers, I have also donated work over in this fantastic shop called Hearts for Haiti on Etsy. All the pieces have been donated by artisans on Etsy and the proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders. I'm happy to say my first piece sold over there. Woot! I am in great company as so far over 1,000 pieces have sold raising more than $20,000.00!!! All this in under 2 weeks. Many hands make light work.
If you are an artisan, please consider making a donation and if you are itching to buy, consider purchasing something there! Click the link: Hearts for Haiti
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Posted by miznyc at 3:30 PM
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
So today Young Master Beads's school is having some sort of breakfast party where the kidlets get to help make breakfast. Save mama some pancakes! Anyhoo, they are supposed to bring a treasured stuffed animal or something with them.
For Young Master that means bringing Cappuccino or Cappy for short. Young Master is under the impression that this is actually *his* bear. Au contraire. Cappy is mine and has been mine for at least a good 15 years. My parents got him for me sometime when I was a teenager. I don't know why I wanted him so badly. I think I must've felt he looked rather smart in his rugby shirt or something. To say this bear means a lot to me is putting it mildly. To know that he is on extended loan to Young Master lets you know how much Young Master means to me.
But don't be fooled. He kicks some serious ass. He's a rugby player after all.
1. If I put "Young Master Beads" on there does that mean I'm relinquishing ownership? *gulp*
2. I don't want to ruin his shirt by putting a name on it *waaah!*
Mr. Beads saw me pausing in indecision and stricken with anxiety and he said "You're not going to WRITE ON CAPPY ARE YOU!?!?!" ---> I told you this bear is special. I finally decided I just couldn't do it.
So I did what any crazy, bear-possessed, crafty mama would do. I applied my unique skill set and made a removable label for his shirt. Aaaaaah. A near disaster averted.
Posted by miznyc at 10:00 AM
Monday, January 25, 2010
Happy 2010! Hi everyone! Sorry I've been MIA but you know how I do. So today I found myself scouring the internets to figure out how to make my own craft table. I already have a place where I do my jewelry work but I really need more space.
Let me tell you, I had a near orgasmic experience looking up plans and DIY ideas. And therein lies the problem. The possibility is where the excitement lies for me. The IDEA, the CONCEPT! The materials gathered before me and the endless opportunities to CREATE are IT! I'm getting all hot and bothered here just thinking about thinking about it.
I have always been one who loves the idea of what could be. The flip side of this is that I leave the execution for another day. And another day of course turns into two years ago, yadda yadda. You don't want to know how many times I've laid out a plan for what I could do in the house to my hubby. And while I'm getting energized by the conversation, he is totally getting drained. Let's take a little picture tour of what awaits completion and how long I've been idea-lizing it, shall we?
This is just the short list I came up with. I'm sure there's more. You may be asking, why are you putting this up here Nina? I am putting it here to shame myself into some sort of action. lol. While it is fun to dwell in the land of possibilities, I find myself wondering ala Langston Hughes, what happens to a dream deferred and I have a feeling it ain't pretty...
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Posted by miznyc at 3:20 PM