I went swimming yesterday- I didn't put on sunscreen because I never burn.
I never used to burn.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
NC Report
"I'm in es-ca-row!"
(Gilmore Girl's reference...) The short of it is, we are going through the closing proceedings on buying our first house. To see how we got to that conclusion, read on- if you are satisfied enough to know that we found a house, consider yourself done and move on. This is not a length that is for the weak of heart.
What a fool I am. What a silly, deluded, inexperienced girl I am. I was looking forward to my house-hunting trip as a delightful introduction to Charlotte, NC where I would have several viable options of houses to choose from. I planned on posting about 3 choices of houses and having my friends vote on them for fun, kind of like 'House Hunters' on HGTV. I have been researching Charlotte and it's real estate for more than 6 months. I felt I was more than prepared for this trip. Now I'm not that idealistic- I didn't expect to buy my dream house with a mere $110,000 budget, even though the Charlotte market is much better than anywhere else. I expected a small house, one that would need repairs and face lifts over time, but I also expected decent neighborhoods, odor-free homes to choose from, and a few viable options. Since I had been researching the market for so long, I emailed my agent Alison, with a barrage of houses I was interested in. I had several criteria that I had to keep in mind: Location, Neighborhood, Schools, Commute for Timm, the Ward, a garage/shop space for Timm, some studio space for me, and general Livability of the house. Unfortunately, most of this is difficult, if not impossible to determine online in a city you are not familiar with. I gave her about 30 houses, and with the ones I knew she would prepare, I was excited to get started. HMm. Turns out every single house I chose, without exception, was in the wrong part of town. Charlotte is really big- about an hour across. The first day she humored me by taking us to see some of my choices, telling me that she would not have chosen a single one of the houses that I did. Quickly I began to see why. We looked at a few of my choices before I acquiesced and turned the reins over to her. All that work for nothing! They were all in degenerating neighborhoods, and Charlotte was starting to look pretty bleak. That first day of hunting wore down my resolve, and then Sunday my parents and I decided to drive around and find all the new construction that was close to being within our budget. Lots of really cute otpions- bad locale. When the sales rep of the houses tells you he would not raise a child in this area or school, it's time to think again. By Sunday night I had only managed to see the slums of Charlotte, and my choices within our budget started to look really desperate. Suddenly I found myself thinking, 'What have I done? Oh, what have I done to my little family?...' I felt like I had set this plan in motion and now I was being carried away by the momentum as it spun wildly out of control, careening in directions I never imagined. My plans and visions of our lives in Charlotte were stained were distorted. Things were looking bad as I contemplated why I was leaving so many good friends and family behind to pursue...this. I felt helpless because we've gone too far to turn back. Oh woe is me, I was feeling a little sick.
We decided to see if we could qualify for more than we originally intended to see if our options improved considerably. They did- to a degree. Monday we started pounding the pavement looking at houses in that price point. The neighborhoods improved, but they weres till dirty, ill-taken care of, and many smelled. We ran the gamut from the ghetto to the upper crust. We looked at houses that were rank with cat urine, smoke and mold. We opened the door and as the wall of stank affronted us, turned around and left. We looked at condos, townhomes, foreclosures, single family homes, smelly homes, filthy homes, ideal neighborhoods and the ghettos. I stayed up almost every night until 2 am searching for more houses online in areas and price points I had never considered and researching elementary schools. By the last day, I had only found 2 viable options, and that was only under duress. The pressure was on, and I felt compelled to make an impossible decision. By this point we had upped our price point to 135,000 on the insistence of my dad who wanted to try and help. (I think they were frightened by our prospects-) There was a house I LOVED, in an iffy neighborhood. There was a house I really didn't like in a good neighborhood. No one house had ever met all the criteria we set before us. My standards were constantly evolving and my expectations lessening. The night before our last hunt we prayed that I would receive a clear impression as to what home was right for us. We had completely exhausted our resources.
After having another prayer the next morning, we headed over to meet Alison so we could go back to the two houses under consideration and really evaluate them. Imagine my surprise when she about 5 new houses for us to look at! They all looked like great options, but I've learned that a lot can sound great on paper with a thumbnail picture. We headed out, and immediately things were looking up. It's amazing what increasing your budget by 30,000 will do for you. As I looked at a few of them and tried to imagine their possibilities and determine how they met each of our criteria, the other 2 choices started to fall away. The 4th house we went to didn't look that promising on paper, as it was 139,900 and only about 1330 square feet. It looked kind of boring. This house was in Alison's favorite neighborhood of all. (Which is saying something based on the size of Charlotte and how many neighborhoods we canvassed.) I approached the door and was quite pleased. I slowly began to make my way though the house and went out onto the enormous deck that spans the entire length of the house. I descended the stairs to the oasis-like back yard and knew. I went back inside and toured the rest of the house-it had a one-car garage which was vital for Timm, and a finished room between the garage and the kitchen that was clearly intended for my studio. It still had 3 other bedrooms besides, and a big living room. But the huge sell- the neighborhood! It's not just a neighborhood, it's a community. First of all, it's beautiful and very well-maintained. The streets are a little bit winding and hilly, and tree-lined everywhere. The houses are obviously well-cared for in this established neighborhood. Just around the block there is the Olympic-sized neighborhood pool that looks like it belongs to an expensive club. There are 2 great playgrounds in the shade, and very extensive walking/running/biking paths that are beautiful and shady. They have a neighborhood directory with every one's name, phone number and address. They have pool parties and their own swim teams at the pool. Several members of my new ward live in the same neighborhood.This house finally met ALL of our criteria! But- it was listed at 139,900 and was just reduced. They were firm. We went back to the office to prepare an offer and crunch some numbers. It turned out that the interest rate had dropped from 7% when we calculated it a couple of days ago, to 6.25% so that a loan for 139,900 was barely more per month than 125,000. It was still doable for us, and they were able to get us qualified for that much even though days ago we didn't. We put in an offer, and after 2 negotiations, settled on 139,000 with the seller paying $2,000 in closing costs.
Whew! All in all, I couldn't be happier with the whole package- Locale, neighborhood, schools, lot, house, ward, commute for Timm... Finally. Now just cross your fingers that we make it through closing without any hitches. I don't think I can take it.
Here it is: http://www.allentate.com/AlisonMathews/DesktopDefault.aspx?pageid=108&pagealias=ATWAgentListingDetail&ListingID=1013910&ListingPosition=1&From=QuickSearchI will post some of my own pictures later. (and not write much.)
(Gilmore Girl's reference...) The short of it is, we are going through the closing proceedings on buying our first house. To see how we got to that conclusion, read on- if you are satisfied enough to know that we found a house, consider yourself done and move on. This is not a length that is for the weak of heart.
What a fool I am. What a silly, deluded, inexperienced girl I am. I was looking forward to my house-hunting trip as a delightful introduction to Charlotte, NC where I would have several viable options of houses to choose from. I planned on posting about 3 choices of houses and having my friends vote on them for fun, kind of like 'House Hunters' on HGTV. I have been researching Charlotte and it's real estate for more than 6 months. I felt I was more than prepared for this trip. Now I'm not that idealistic- I didn't expect to buy my dream house with a mere $110,000 budget, even though the Charlotte market is much better than anywhere else. I expected a small house, one that would need repairs and face lifts over time, but I also expected decent neighborhoods, odor-free homes to choose from, and a few viable options. Since I had been researching the market for so long, I emailed my agent Alison, with a barrage of houses I was interested in. I had several criteria that I had to keep in mind: Location, Neighborhood, Schools, Commute for Timm, the Ward, a garage/shop space for Timm, some studio space for me, and general Livability of the house. Unfortunately, most of this is difficult, if not impossible to determine online in a city you are not familiar with. I gave her about 30 houses, and with the ones I knew she would prepare, I was excited to get started. HMm. Turns out every single house I chose, without exception, was in the wrong part of town. Charlotte is really big- about an hour across. The first day she humored me by taking us to see some of my choices, telling me that she would not have chosen a single one of the houses that I did. Quickly I began to see why. We looked at a few of my choices before I acquiesced and turned the reins over to her. All that work for nothing! They were all in degenerating neighborhoods, and Charlotte was starting to look pretty bleak. That first day of hunting wore down my resolve, and then Sunday my parents and I decided to drive around and find all the new construction that was close to being within our budget. Lots of really cute otpions- bad locale. When the sales rep of the houses tells you he would not raise a child in this area or school, it's time to think again. By Sunday night I had only managed to see the slums of Charlotte, and my choices within our budget started to look really desperate. Suddenly I found myself thinking, 'What have I done? Oh, what have I done to my little family?...' I felt like I had set this plan in motion and now I was being carried away by the momentum as it spun wildly out of control, careening in directions I never imagined. My plans and visions of our lives in Charlotte were stained were distorted. Things were looking bad as I contemplated why I was leaving so many good friends and family behind to pursue...this. I felt helpless because we've gone too far to turn back. Oh woe is me, I was feeling a little sick.
We decided to see if we could qualify for more than we originally intended to see if our options improved considerably. They did- to a degree. Monday we started pounding the pavement looking at houses in that price point. The neighborhoods improved, but they weres till dirty, ill-taken care of, and many smelled. We ran the gamut from the ghetto to the upper crust. We looked at houses that were rank with cat urine, smoke and mold. We opened the door and as the wall of stank affronted us, turned around and left. We looked at condos, townhomes, foreclosures, single family homes, smelly homes, filthy homes, ideal neighborhoods and the ghettos. I stayed up almost every night until 2 am searching for more houses online in areas and price points I had never considered and researching elementary schools. By the last day, I had only found 2 viable options, and that was only under duress. The pressure was on, and I felt compelled to make an impossible decision. By this point we had upped our price point to 135,000 on the insistence of my dad who wanted to try and help. (I think they were frightened by our prospects-) There was a house I LOVED, in an iffy neighborhood. There was a house I really didn't like in a good neighborhood. No one house had ever met all the criteria we set before us. My standards were constantly evolving and my expectations lessening. The night before our last hunt we prayed that I would receive a clear impression as to what home was right for us. We had completely exhausted our resources.
After having another prayer the next morning, we headed over to meet Alison so we could go back to the two houses under consideration and really evaluate them. Imagine my surprise when she about 5 new houses for us to look at! They all looked like great options, but I've learned that a lot can sound great on paper with a thumbnail picture. We headed out, and immediately things were looking up. It's amazing what increasing your budget by 30,000 will do for you. As I looked at a few of them and tried to imagine their possibilities and determine how they met each of our criteria, the other 2 choices started to fall away. The 4th house we went to didn't look that promising on paper, as it was 139,900 and only about 1330 square feet. It looked kind of boring. This house was in Alison's favorite neighborhood of all. (Which is saying something based on the size of Charlotte and how many neighborhoods we canvassed.) I approached the door and was quite pleased. I slowly began to make my way though the house and went out onto the enormous deck that spans the entire length of the house. I descended the stairs to the oasis-like back yard and knew. I went back inside and toured the rest of the house-it had a one-car garage which was vital for Timm, and a finished room between the garage and the kitchen that was clearly intended for my studio. It still had 3 other bedrooms besides, and a big living room. But the huge sell- the neighborhood! It's not just a neighborhood, it's a community. First of all, it's beautiful and very well-maintained. The streets are a little bit winding and hilly, and tree-lined everywhere. The houses are obviously well-cared for in this established neighborhood. Just around the block there is the Olympic-sized neighborhood pool that looks like it belongs to an expensive club. There are 2 great playgrounds in the shade, and very extensive walking/running/biking paths that are beautiful and shady. They have a neighborhood directory with every one's name, phone number and address. They have pool parties and their own swim teams at the pool. Several members of my new ward live in the same neighborhood.This house finally met ALL of our criteria! But- it was listed at 139,900 and was just reduced. They were firm. We went back to the office to prepare an offer and crunch some numbers. It turned out that the interest rate had dropped from 7% when we calculated it a couple of days ago, to 6.25% so that a loan for 139,900 was barely more per month than 125,000. It was still doable for us, and they were able to get us qualified for that much even though days ago we didn't. We put in an offer, and after 2 negotiations, settled on 139,000 with the seller paying $2,000 in closing costs.
Whew! All in all, I couldn't be happier with the whole package- Locale, neighborhood, schools, lot, house, ward, commute for Timm... Finally. Now just cross your fingers that we make it through closing without any hitches. I don't think I can take it.
Here it is: http://www.allentate.com/AlisonMathews/DesktopDefault.aspx?pageid=108&pagealias=ATWAgentListingDetail&ListingID=1013910&ListingPosition=1&From=QuickSearchI will post some of my own pictures later. (and not write much.)
Friday, June 22, 2007
Really long travelogue.
These shoes are hot- and sexy. That's why I bought them of course, or more accurately, my mom bought them for me. I was feelin pretty good traveling alone for the first time in years... apparently a little too cavalier and maybe even cocky. These shoes really aren't that uncomfortable- for short periods of time. I was telling a disbelieving woman in the airport that I can run in them- and I can.
Fast Forward about 14 hours later... I am hobbling with a crippled gait, punctuating every several steps with a cry. They are retired for the rest of the trip. Flats are on deck for tomorrow.
Also- apparently I was feeling so footloose and fancy free that I decided I wasn't going to check any bags since I didn't have an arsenal of baby equipment with me. (Most of you can imagine my typical suitcase- no matter how long you're gone, you still need the same amount of makeup and hair products, and a pair of shoes for each outfit. Well, if you're me anyway-) So it was not a good plan. I was saddled with a huge overnight bag that was bursting, but has no closures- then I had my huge purse and my Archiver's bag to hold my travel scrap supplies. I am toddling around the airport pretty aptly with these 3 big bags distributed, until the end when I had just given up. My stupid carry on bag was too big to fit in the overhead compartment, so I had to gate-check it. But remember how I said it doesn't close? It just has flaps- SO to avoid losing my underwear on the tarmac I tied it shut with it's straps. But here's the worst part... I don't know how I was this dense- I was so pleased with the carefree packing situation, never pausing to think about carry on restricitons. I had face wash, face scrub, eye makeup remover, toothpaste, moisturizer, 4 different hair products, ranging in price and quality from Suave to Bumble and Bumble. (All of which are contraband.) Well, I was running really late (I may have come over to Timm's side of the airport arrival time issue...)and the security line was frightening. When I realized my folly, my stomach dropped. I sauntered over to the liquid policeman and poised myself for some convincing whining. Remember, I was wearing the shoes! And since I was at the start of my trip I was still strutting pretty well. He didn't go for it! Suddenly I'm handing over 5 of these products, some of which were brand new. I decided enough was enough and I wasn't going to hand the rest over. I only relinquished what he saw- I took all my hair products and buried them at the bottom of my bag. (Remember- I had some $20 Bumble and Bumble pomade, courtesy of my mom.) So even though I'm getting dangerously close to missing my flight, I decided to risk it further by hiding contraband in my carry on. Then I realized that I also had two pairs of fine tip scrapping scissors and an X-acto in my bag. ('Oh no you didn't!' I say with a head snap) That clinched it. I covered those with my art journal and proceeded through security, prepared to feign any memory of packing those. I went through, and they sent my scrap bag through twice and studied it for a long time, but in the end I left with the rest of my belongings on my person. And incidentally, they were calling my name for a final boarding when I raced up to the gate. They were waiting for me, and by this time I was sweating from the stress and racing of it all, which makes me both shiny and cranky-Bad news. Terrorism took on a new reality for me today folks- It has now penetrated my lifestyle and the freedoms I used to so ignorantly enjoy. What kind of a world do we live in when I have to relinquish Clearasil as a possible terrorist weapon? Now it's gone too far. Now it's personal. I estimate about...$30 in product that I just threw away. What's next? I have now become personally acquainted with the effects of terrorism, and I am not pleased. On a high note, I did escape with an estimated $50 in other personal effects. That oughta be a comfort for those actual terrorist threats...
Last item, for tonight.
On the last leg of my flight I boarded one of those tiny planes that you have to climb the stairs to enter, and only seat 3 across, divided in 2 rows. The overhead bins weren't big enough to hold anything larger than a laptop, and you couldn't stand fully erect. Luckily, I sat in the one single seat divided by the aisle that separated me from the other 2 passengers in my row. Enter: Clean cut Goth boy Sans makeup. I noticed him in the terminal, because who wouldn't? and lo and behold here he was. Full wardrobe- platform black leather boots, black pants, black shirt, black floor-length coat, and a charming black hat that resembled a stetson. (It was 97 degrees people. Fashion preferences aside, are you crazy?) He was surprisingly clean cut and otherwise resembled a fairly normal young man. For some reason, he kept catching my eye and kind of sharing these knowing looks at me except I didn't know what I was supposed to know apparently. I politely turned my attention away from him. Until- he took a small tin from his pocket, and curiosity directed my gaze in his direction. It was chew. I immediately turned away to avoid recoiling from him. I cannot express how vile it was. I have never seen someone actually chewing, and I wanted to vomit as he tucked this huge wad under his lip- And then he started using his water bottle as his spitoon, and I physically shuddered. It was the grossest, most practiced, and efficient spit I have ever witnessed. It struck the bottom of the plastic water bottle with a sickening noise. He proceeded to do this through the whole flight,and it never eased my disgust. I tried to bury myself in my book and was pitying the old woman who so mercifully separated me from him, but every time he raised the water bottle for his succinct spit, I shut my eyes and breathed deeply. I couldn't help but react, but I don't think he noticed. Let it be known that I think that is one of the most vile habits, and one that I hope never to witness again. Now that I am in the south however, I may have another such interaction with the Good Ol' Goth Boy.
That was entirely too long, but I felt I really needed to convey the experience accurately. If you've read this far you are either a true friend, or really bored.
Jaunting Off!
Just a note to say that first thing in the morning I am off to Charlotte, NC to house-hunt! I am going alone- without child or companion and carefree. I'm taking full advantage of reading, napping, and even scrap time as I fly alone for the first time since having kids. I hope all goes very smoothly in searching for a home since we are moving in just about a month. (Incidentally, each day I get increasingly nervous and question whether this moving idea is so hot... Reality is setting in, but that's a post for another time.) I will try to frequently upload pictures of my home choices for your opinions and votes-
p.s. Some of you may want to periodically stop by to make sure Timm is managing okay and not just playing his favorite computer game 24/7- This is the most freedom he's probably had in years, and he's now an official college graduate!! (As of yesterday.)
p.s. Some of you may want to periodically stop by to make sure Timm is managing okay and not just playing his favorite computer game 24/7- This is the most freedom he's probably had in years, and he's now an official college graduate!! (As of yesterday.)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tedious and Introspective Birthday Ramblings.
I have to admit to indulging in just a little bit of self-pity no my birthday. I wasn't really feeling sorry for myself, but just a little bummed out and maybe I felt the martyr just a bit. You know how once you're a mother your birthday just loses some of it's sheen? I'm still the mother of a 2-year old, and I still have to wipe her butt countless times a day, wipe sticky fingers, negotiate, and occasionally pander to her. Even though she is a very good girl and generally pretty easy, the household rule that we applied as children no longer holds it power: The rule that you don't have to do anything you don't want. Apparently Bella is not aware of mom's clemency on June 18th. So there's that, and then there are the facts that Michelle was still in Paris, and all of my other family strewn about the country. Timm had to work and go to classes all day, Bella was sick so I didn't want to hang out with any of my friends and infect their children, so it turned out to be a pretty normal day. I put on a cute outfit that made me feel pretty and just did some errands. While Bella napped I read a book. Woowoo.
{Documenting my solitary birthday fun that morning}
Incidentally, although I wish I did, I don't think I actually look like this- I have merely perfected the art of self-portraiture.
{Documenting my fun and cute outfit}
But things picked up, thanks to the generous people I am blessed to have in my life. Rachelle came by and brought me the prettiest yellow roses. How can those not lift your spirits? I can't remember the last time I ever got a dozen roses...Maybe never, actually.
Then I talked to Michelle for a long time and even my brother for a bit. After Bella woke up Timm came home and I enlisted him to go do a couple errands with me. (I find this a real treat because the 3 of us never go anywhere as a family owing to Timm's demanding schedule that generally keeps him from 'family' time outside of the house.) When we got back Hannah came by and brought me a gift and some balloons. It was the book 'She' that some of you are familiar with. I have wanted this for a while and never actually read through the whole thing, so I immediately sat down and pored over it. Even better was the sweet letter she wrote to me- I am always a little amazed when people I love express such sentiments to me, just a little unbelieving that those I admire can share the same feelings for me. Timm took care of Bella and put her to bed, then prepared my favorite meal, MooShu Chicken from P.F. Changs. That always tastes good. He favored me by watching the newer Pride and Prejudice and gave me gift cards to Target, iTunes, and 2Peas! (On Friday I celebrated with Book Club and they gave me a treasured gift card to Impress, which I promptly spent on covetous stamps.Now I anxiously await their arrival!) Maybe best of all though, was Michelle's post for my birthday. Honestly, I think I am most grateful for that above all the other generosities and love bestowed upon me. For a few years now I have thought of Michelle as my best friend and feel greatly indebted and blessed by the service she has shown me. I am often awe-inspired and filled with a calm assurance when witnessing Shell's easy demeanor. She is many things I am not, but wish to be a little more like. She is the model for a sister and friend which I wish to follow. So as I said before, I was (and still am) awed and amazed at her sentiments. It seems impossible to me that she really believes the praises she expressed, yet feel buoyed up by the possibility that I could reach some of those heights in my lifetime. Between Shell and Hannah's sweet words and the thoughtfulness and generosity of others in my life, I was left feeling very grateful and thoughtful. It seems no small miracle that we should be blessed by people who can see us apart from the way we often see ourselves. To see mutual admiration and love mirrored by those that I hold in high esteem is a little staggering. It gives me hope that I could actually be the person that they see someday. One of life's great blessings: friends and family who can give you a picture of another version of our self- one to strive for.
So in the end, it was a good day. The slight self-pity quickly fell away and I fell asleep contented with the vast blessings in my life. (And feeling a little giddy about my impending Impress delivery.)
{Documenting my solitary birthday fun that morning}
Incidentally, although I wish I did, I don't think I actually look like this- I have merely perfected the art of self-portraiture.
{Documenting my fun and cute outfit}
But things picked up, thanks to the generous people I am blessed to have in my life. Rachelle came by and brought me the prettiest yellow roses. How can those not lift your spirits? I can't remember the last time I ever got a dozen roses...Maybe never, actually.
Then I talked to Michelle for a long time and even my brother for a bit. After Bella woke up Timm came home and I enlisted him to go do a couple errands with me. (I find this a real treat because the 3 of us never go anywhere as a family owing to Timm's demanding schedule that generally keeps him from 'family' time outside of the house.) When we got back Hannah came by and brought me a gift and some balloons. It was the book 'She' that some of you are familiar with. I have wanted this for a while and never actually read through the whole thing, so I immediately sat down and pored over it. Even better was the sweet letter she wrote to me- I am always a little amazed when people I love express such sentiments to me, just a little unbelieving that those I admire can share the same feelings for me. Timm took care of Bella and put her to bed, then prepared my favorite meal, MooShu Chicken from P.F. Changs. That always tastes good. He favored me by watching the newer Pride and Prejudice and gave me gift cards to Target, iTunes, and 2Peas! (On Friday I celebrated with Book Club and they gave me a treasured gift card to Impress, which I promptly spent on covetous stamps.Now I anxiously await their arrival!) Maybe best of all though, was Michelle's post for my birthday. Honestly, I think I am most grateful for that above all the other generosities and love bestowed upon me. For a few years now I have thought of Michelle as my best friend and feel greatly indebted and blessed by the service she has shown me. I am often awe-inspired and filled with a calm assurance when witnessing Shell's easy demeanor. She is many things I am not, but wish to be a little more like. She is the model for a sister and friend which I wish to follow. So as I said before, I was (and still am) awed and amazed at her sentiments. It seems impossible to me that she really believes the praises she expressed, yet feel buoyed up by the possibility that I could reach some of those heights in my lifetime. Between Shell and Hannah's sweet words and the thoughtfulness and generosity of others in my life, I was left feeling very grateful and thoughtful. It seems no small miracle that we should be blessed by people who can see us apart from the way we often see ourselves. To see mutual admiration and love mirrored by those that I hold in high esteem is a little staggering. It gives me hope that I could actually be the person that they see someday. One of life's great blessings: friends and family who can give you a picture of another version of our self- one to strive for.
So in the end, it was a good day. The slight self-pity quickly fell away and I fell asleep contented with the vast blessings in my life. (And feeling a little giddy about my impending Impress delivery.)
Friday, June 15, 2007
My husband, the Artist.
My husband Timm is officially an artist. And not in the way that I consider myself an artist, in that I create, and express, and do so prolifically. Timm is now an actual bonafide artist. He has created, and sold a piece of work for the express purpose of beautifying someone else's space. They have paid for it, and very well. They have bought it based only on photos and recommendation. He has a name.
Witness: The 'Peacock.'
Detail:
(please excuse the blurry photos!)
It was originally a project for school, and was going to be completed as a functional music stand. It is a solid cherry branch that Timm scouted for it's excellent tripod qualities and then cut down. The piece is entirely carved by hand, with nothing but hand tools used. It is one solid piece of wood, with the exception of a piece of ebony he sculpted and added. It is so finely carved and polished that it looks and feels like glass as you reach the pinnacle of it's evolution- the Cello head.
Enter: My mom. Most of you know that she is an interior designer, and an outstanding one at that. Her skills, eye, and form of art has won us many prizes in our homes (really, all that we own) and several amazing vacations at various beach homes she has designed. It's really quite a perk, I must say. Much better than say, an exterminator, or an accountant. (Neither of which any of us would ever do, so really that's a moot point.) But I digress. Mom visited us for a long weekend about a month ago and was immediately taken with Timm's piece. She thought of two of her clients that would really like it, so she went home and sold it to one of them. The selling price?
$3,600.
Hey, it's a Timm Tanner original. One of a kind.
I'm so proud of him. I value art as an essential part of our cultures, of our abilities and talents bestowed upon us by God, and as integral and beautiful displays of our vision of the world, or what we see in it anyway. I'm glad that he and I both share a passion for creativity in our differing mediums and that we respect and appreciate the art that we each create.
I However, have never sold a piece of my work for more than $50-$100. He is the bonafide artist. How cool is that?
p.s. To answer Jill's question: Our Splurges:
First, we are paying off a backlog of tithing that we somehow accumulated. It's a lot. Then, we are paying whatever's left to our 2 credit cards to make room for the rental truck at $1300, said truck's gas at $800, my car's gas at $300, and who knows how much for hotels and meals along the way.Oh, and it costs about $200 to chip the piece to my mom. (Shouldn't she get some sweet broker's commission or something? )How exciting is that?
But seriously it did enable Timm to buy a mini-lathe for his graduation present. My parent's gave him some money for graduation, so we justified being able to use some to reward Timm for about 9 long years of school, 4 while being married with a family while working an average of 3 jobs. As far as the money goes, it will spend quickly, and to not very fun stuff but I keep reminding myself that no matter how much debt we have to accrue during this move, we'll still be $3,600 less in debt than we would be. I can breathe just a little bit easier.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Field Trip
I had so much fun tonight- it's the closest I've come to my dream, attending CHA. (Craft and Hobby Association show) I've had a few cool scrapbook experiences through working with some companies, but this was one of the best.
I was able to attend a party/preview of American Crafts new lines and products that will debut at CHA next month. I have made some kits for a new company called My Creative Life, and through my friendship with Robin and the president Mike Casperson, I was invited to attend tonight. I wish I had brought my camera, although I doubt that would have been allowed. We toured their warehouse and it was so pleasing... The aisles of shelves just stocked full of their ribbon was the most pleasing sight to me. I had to keep running my fingers over it all.
They are definitely one of the leaders in the industry, and their new stuff is no exception. Having been on a fairly strict scrap-buying sabbatical for the last 6 months, this was intense. A showroom with all their new lines as well as old and existing favorites. It was a little overwhelming to view the paper selection as I have purposely avoided seeing much of it for months to ease the pain of abstinence.
Let me just say- they have a new gift wrap line that is simply unbelievable. Remember when Chatterbox tried to do that a couple of years ago with their Art Paper? ( I think that's what they called it.) It was overpriced, too small to work with much, and nothing really eye-catching. (Has anyone else noticed Chatterbox kind of fading into the background lately?) Well AC went with this full-throttle. I was simply amazed. They have 5 lines of gift-wrap that include various wrapping paper that is very well-priced (move over Target-) along with paper curling ribbon, paper bows both large and small, boxes and gift bags of all shapes and sizes, ribbon of course, gift tags, label stickers... They are all in the American Crafts style that we have all come to know and love increasingly over the last couple of years. I was awe-struck. It is rare that there is something in the industry that is completely original and inspiring. Most of the time people are trying to make improvements and variations of existing products, but AC has been a front-runner in innovative designs and products. It was exciting to say the least. I was gasping all over the place.
The best part- I got a goodie bag! I couldn't thank Mike enough. I heard rumor of a goodie bag, and I expected something small and pleasing. Oh. Once again American Crafts exceeded my expectations and made me catch my breath- several times over. Check out this loot:
I was able to attend a party/preview of American Crafts new lines and products that will debut at CHA next month. I have made some kits for a new company called My Creative Life, and through my friendship with Robin and the president Mike Casperson, I was invited to attend tonight. I wish I had brought my camera, although I doubt that would have been allowed. We toured their warehouse and it was so pleasing... The aisles of shelves just stocked full of their ribbon was the most pleasing sight to me. I had to keep running my fingers over it all.
They are definitely one of the leaders in the industry, and their new stuff is no exception. Having been on a fairly strict scrap-buying sabbatical for the last 6 months, this was intense. A showroom with all their new lines as well as old and existing favorites. It was a little overwhelming to view the paper selection as I have purposely avoided seeing much of it for months to ease the pain of abstinence.
Let me just say- they have a new gift wrap line that is simply unbelievable. Remember when Chatterbox tried to do that a couple of years ago with their Art Paper? ( I think that's what they called it.) It was overpriced, too small to work with much, and nothing really eye-catching. (Has anyone else noticed Chatterbox kind of fading into the background lately?) Well AC went with this full-throttle. I was simply amazed. They have 5 lines of gift-wrap that include various wrapping paper that is very well-priced (move over Target-) along with paper curling ribbon, paper bows both large and small, boxes and gift bags of all shapes and sizes, ribbon of course, gift tags, label stickers... They are all in the American Crafts style that we have all come to know and love increasingly over the last couple of years. I was awe-struck. It is rare that there is something in the industry that is completely original and inspiring. Most of the time people are trying to make improvements and variations of existing products, but AC has been a front-runner in innovative designs and products. It was exciting to say the least. I was gasping all over the place.
The best part- I got a goodie bag! I couldn't thank Mike enough. I heard rumor of a goodie bag, and I expected something small and pleasing. Oh. Once again American Crafts exceeded my expectations and made me catch my breath- several times over. Check out this loot:
Notice the beautiful gift bag and those amazing paper ribbons! There is a huge stack of many of their new papers, 3 packages of ribbon, rubons, 3 packs of stickers, house embellishments... Well- see for yourself! I can't imagine the retail value of this stuff, but I am very grateful. I consider it an early birthday present. I love new supplies, but even more, I LOVE being inspired. I love this business, I love this hobby, this art, this passion of mine. I love all things textile and beautiful. I want to be able to turn my passion into more than just my own gratification... Maybe I'm one step closer to CHA and scrapbook celebrity.
p.s. Go to American Crafts' website and you can download beautiful wallpaper for your computer. It's under Creative Juices> It's for Fun. And it is.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Updates
It's been a while for any updates from me, even for the prodigal blogger. I actually have eventful updates that have some significance to someone out there (I'm just assuming...) so here goes with it:
We have a moving date: It is Wednesday July 25th- our anniversary. (Celebrate, good times. woohoo.) I guess I've kept some of my friends up on the developments of our relocation, but not all. This has been a while coming- Timm accepted a job in Charlotte, and we're truckin out there. Literally. Timm will drive a 24-ft U-Haul, (we have a lot of stuff!) and my friend Erin and I, along with the 2 hairless cats and Bella will follow in my car. I know, some of you are up in arms. I knew this would be a consequence of posting, but I did so anyway in the spirit of documentation-I am sorry that I did not ask anyone else if they wanted to drive 4 days with me, my 2 hairless cats loose in the car, and a very active 2-year old strapped reluctantly into her carseat. I had to make a decision, and Erin seemed a likely candidate since she has no kids as of yet. Again, I know many of you are disappointed, but please try to see my perspective and forgive me.
Moving on- I am going house hunting two weeks from tomorrow for 6 days without Bella! I have only been away from her once for less than 3-days when Timm took her on a road trip to give me my scrap weekend. I think it will be liberating and hard for all 3 of us- Timm, who is not used to being a solo parent, I, who am all too familiar with largely being a solo parent, and Bella who is also used to my constant presence. Charlotte is flying up for the first 3 or 4 days so Timm can attend his Wood turning Symposium. (again, celebrate good times.)
We shall see..
About a week ago, I assembled an inflatable pool for Bella's backyard delight this summer. It was only about 65 degrees or so, and the water came straight from the hose so needless to say, it was cold.
Hannah and Mya came over to share in the fun, and Mya was a good sport for a while. Bella however stayed in, albeit only knee-deep, despite obvious signs of hypothermia setting in.
We also inadvertently bought them the same bathing suit at Target. (As did Diana for Kira!) But why would that be surprising: It's lime green polka dots (coco lots). Who wouldn't buy that?
We have a moving date: It is Wednesday July 25th- our anniversary. (Celebrate, good times. woohoo.) I guess I've kept some of my friends up on the developments of our relocation, but not all. This has been a while coming- Timm accepted a job in Charlotte, and we're truckin out there. Literally. Timm will drive a 24-ft U-Haul, (we have a lot of stuff!) and my friend Erin and I, along with the 2 hairless cats and Bella will follow in my car. I know, some of you are up in arms. I knew this would be a consequence of posting, but I did so anyway in the spirit of documentation-I am sorry that I did not ask anyone else if they wanted to drive 4 days with me, my 2 hairless cats loose in the car, and a very active 2-year old strapped reluctantly into her carseat. I had to make a decision, and Erin seemed a likely candidate since she has no kids as of yet. Again, I know many of you are disappointed, but please try to see my perspective and forgive me.
Moving on- I am going house hunting two weeks from tomorrow for 6 days without Bella! I have only been away from her once for less than 3-days when Timm took her on a road trip to give me my scrap weekend. I think it will be liberating and hard for all 3 of us- Timm, who is not used to being a solo parent, I, who am all too familiar with largely being a solo parent, and Bella who is also used to my constant presence. Charlotte is flying up for the first 3 or 4 days so Timm can attend his Wood turning Symposium. (again, celebrate good times.)
We shall see..
About a week ago, I assembled an inflatable pool for Bella's backyard delight this summer. It was only about 65 degrees or so, and the water came straight from the hose so needless to say, it was cold.
Does she look like she minds?
Hannah and Mya came over to share in the fun, and Mya was a good sport for a while. Bella however stayed in, albeit only knee-deep, despite obvious signs of hypothermia setting in.
We also inadvertently bought them the same bathing suit at Target. (As did Diana for Kira!) But why would that be surprising: It's lime green polka dots (coco lots). Who wouldn't buy that?One last update for now, although I have more forthcoming. (As they regard the state of my mental health, I'm not sure how many of you will be vying for the next installment...)
I am Wireless! Seriously celebrating good times now. My dad bought us a wireless card, nauseated by the thought of us still stuck with incredibly slow dial-up. I now enjoy the luxury of searching for houses online, whilst boring people on the phone with an account of what I see online. It's some serious sitting on my butt time, which frankly, I am lacking a little in my life. I can always use another excuse or hobby that requires me stationed in a chair or on the couch for significant periods of time. It works wonders for my weight-loss aspirations. As well as my being part of society-relinquishing my actual recluse status and participating in my world in more direct terms than from my window, email, or phone conversations. Whew.
My phone is ringing as I write this- Surreal. My phone is ringing while I'm online! Do you get this? I'm in the 21st century now, baby.
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