Well, Saturday is nearly gone. The sun has set. The big V-day showcase was rather a bust. But that’s okay. Preparing is often more fun than arriving (except for making money.) I had a blast making the Love Pouches and if they don’t sell by Valentines I’m going to give them away to the cafe crew who modeled my wares. I’d like to make some Valentine’s cookies too. Make it a festive thank you. They keep me in coffee; it’s the least I can do.
♥ Meanwhile, I am working on an additonal Urban man scarf. I’d like to make a man scarflette w/button clasps, but it will take an ubber urban man to wear it. Hey men! Are you ubber enough? 😉
♥ Harvey (my whiz-bang button maker) made some beauties from cherry wood. Beautiful. Photos later.
♥ It’s Saturday night, spring weather . . . and frankly, I’m not ready for spring. It’s February. I want chilly sunny days followed by rain, thunderstorms, windy nights. Spring quickly turns to summer here. And summer is long. This isn’t a good summer town. Santa Cruz is a good summer town–beach, ocean, sand, barefeet, what’s not to love. Urban pavement and suburban sprawl is not good for summer. Gridlock, heat stroke, noise, smoke, helicopters, yuck.
I know you think I’m jumping the gun somewhat, but I left my windows open today and my neighbor’s cigarette smoke wafted in. Double yuck. Givve me back winter, window lockdown, stormy white noise, quiet, quiet, quiet.