...can't trust that day. Before you know it, it turns into Tuesday!
I had a good weekend...
The antique show was nice on Saturday, but light. There were fewer dealers with less merchandise, and attendance was down -- and getting old. There weren't many young people -- not dealers, not customers. There's been a huge shift in the antique market in the last several years -- who's buying, what they're buying, what they're even interested in -- one of those things that's hard to actually put your finger on and define.
I managed to find a few things, some of which I now regret spending money on, but whatever. The doo-dad on the left is a marriage that's just begging for a divorce, but I loved the pansy piece and the whole thing was less than a dollar. The Valentine postcard is just gorgeous and a very nice addition to my pansy postcard collection!
There were a couple of dealers with vintage pattern booklets for knitting, crochet and other needlework. I found some of Marcella's -- that's my maternal grandmother's name -- and I just had to have one. Mom said that when she was a kid, their mailbox would be full of leaflets like "Doilies" every month. Marcella -- or Marstella (meaning "Mary of the stars" -- I love that, but she did not -- which is why she was known as Marcella) died when I was 8, so I didn't know her very well. I definitely inherited her love for textiles and handwork, her rampant start-itis and it's companion problem with finishing, as well as the affliction with subscription addiction.
At home, the batik fabric for the top was washed and dried on Saturday, but has not yet been pressed. (It'll be snowing here this afternoon, so there's really no rush to have a sleeveless tunic top.) And with the joining of one shoulder during cast-off, I finished knitting the ABC Sweater. I love that little sweater. The other shoulder will be buttoned, so I shall soon get to dive into the button stash. I'll be knitting out tonight, I think, and will either bring the sweater for sewing up, or work on the Latvian mitten thumbs.
I had a not-so-good weekend...
On Sunday, my (no-terms-of-endearment here) washing machine died. Well, not exactly died -- I won't have to replace it -- but it does need major surgery. It was full of soaking wet, heavy laundry and, after many attempts at resuscitation, it will not spin. This is not totally unexpected, but I really thought I'd escaped, as it is a hard-earned 7- or 8-year-old Maytag Neptune -- a model with a long, documented history involving the words "class-action" -- action that I didn't get in on and yeah, well, too bad I missed out on that awesome settlement. Pheh.
So, let's say the washer is a straw and I'm a camel.
Lots of straws have been piling up and I am down, down, down -- some of them are big and real (for real), and some of them are only looming large in my mind; quite a few of them are accompanied by a big "ka-ching" sound, some deafening. It sucks. Truth be told, I haven't really been "up" in a long time. I keep trying -- there are little things, sometimes a glimmer, and I try to hold on -- but then I feel myself getting bogged down, dragged down, pushed down. My confidence and optimism are smothered under all these damn straws. If I wasn't still on a recent high from not smoking for two years, you can bet I'd be smoking right now. That success is actually a little glimmer I've been successful at holding onto, but it's so-so-so-so-so hard sometimes.
I managed to get back on track and list a few items on ebay while, behind me, the washer began it's slow death. If I continue the regular listings and get rid of some of the stuff, I'm hoping the straws will begin to fall.
I invite you to take a look at my current ebay auctions. These particular things won't make much of a monetary dent, of course (I don't know if I have anything that really will), but it will make a little one -- and it's a start. Little things grow. This week, there are some oldie-but-goodie gardening magazines listed, including Fine Gardening (from 2001, 2002); some early issues of Garden Gate (including the Premier Issue); 8 issues of The Herb Companion from the early 1990s; and a couple of others in the mix. Next week, I'll have some other stuff -- not sure exactly what yet, maybe some books... maybe something for Mother's Day... maybe some books that would be nice for Mother's Day.
As long as I'm in commercial mode, how about a little plug for hubby? Artwork makes a nice Mother's Day gift, too. Do you like the beach? Does mum? You can give her one. Check out limited-edition and giclée prints at Oceans and Dreams, or some of the gift items at the Rusty's Beach shop.