The autumn season has begun here in Minnesota, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. August and September were such busy months for me, and now I look at the calendar and see October is more than half over! Here’s what I’ve been up to…
1. The Minnesota State Fair was the highlight of August. One special thing Husby and I had the opportunity to do, in recognition of our contributions to the Minnesota State Fair Foundation, was dedicate a bench. (Benches are a necessity at the fair ~ I’m finding that out the older I get.) We dedicated it to Dad and my brother Diggy, who died just before his 26th year of working at the fair with Dad.
2. September was full of craft shows. I was at the Dancing Dragonfly Winery, the Chateau St. Croix Winery, and the Baker Orchard, all in Wisconsin. I love Wisconsin. I went into each of these shows with doubts of one kind or another, but they all turned out to be fabulous. The organizers of the shows did a tremendous job, it was a blast to spend weekends with my fellow artisans, and of course the food and music at all of these events were wonderful. Husby and I have a special place in our hearts for Dave Ybarra and the Northside Dukes, who have twice invited us up to the stage to do the Hand Jive. They played at both winery festivals, so we got our share of the blues.
Husby and I aren’t the only ones who like to dance to the music at the festivals…
3. Then came October, and Husby and I went to our beloved Door County for a bit of R&R after three consecutive weekends of craft shows. Our trip this fall seemed to be much more relaxing than the visit we paid in the spring. We managed to see a bunch of stuff we hadn’t seen before, and plus discovered some new restaurants that will surely become favorites for us. Not only that, we got to lounge around and do whatever we wanted whenever we wanted, which no one can do unless one is on a true vacation. *deep sigh*
4. There was also a trip to the family cabin to close it up for the winter. There was much raking and other miscellaneous chores to be done before the cozy little cottage is left to weather the forthcoming winter on its own. One never knows how it will fare, as it was built in 1950 by Grandpa Mike…from scraps.
What now? There’s still a lot to do, but the chaos of deadlines is behind me for the moment. This is the time of year I cherish and I plan to enjoy it to the hilt. I have lots of projects in store for our home and a list of hot, comforting food to make during the chilly and downright cold months to come.
I also hope to visit this site more often too, documenting happenings at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters. I’ve been away too long.
Here’s to a bright autumn and a peaceful season of dormancy. *squeal*
I went out to my deck tonight and looked at the moon, and reminisced to when I looked at the same moon rising over Lake Michigan just yesterday. The same moon. It’s hard to believe.
What makes the moon so much different viewed from a spot on earth three hundred-forty miles away from my home? Yesterday I saw the moon rising over a body of water that reflected tiny pinpoints of light. Tonight it illuminates my back yard. Yesterday the moon shone over a vast area as far as the eye can see. Tonight it peeks between treetops and the tops of houses. Yesterday the moon was the center of the universe. Tonight it was merely a reminder of the universe.
The same moon from a different place on earth. Why do I feel more in sync with the universe when I see the moon rising over the water? Why do I simply wish for other things when I see the moon rise over the rooftops? Sunrises don’t touch me as much. The moon, that’s something completely different.
The moon over Lake Michigan makes my mind soar. It makes me wish for things I know aren’t practical. It makes me part of something I can’t explain. Potential. A Divine plan.
I’m tucked into my comfort zone once again and the moon is quite a sight. But yesterday, over the great lake, it was a beacon of possibility.
Years ago when Husby and I were first married we’d spend our Saturday nights watching home improvement shows on HGTV. Not renovating shows, decorating shows. I also used to watch Martha Stewart and Carol Duval on a regular basis. I loved learning new crafts and new ways to spruce up our home with decorating ideas.
Alas, the thing these days on the home improvement TV stations is demolition and complete renovation, mostly kitchens. Craftiness seems to be a thing of the past on TV, so I often scour the internet trying to find a new crafting site or personality to inspire me.
Thanks to Dana at She Walks Softly I think I’ve found my new inspiration. Her name is Sue Teller and she could be destined for a fabulous crafting career.
Huh? What do you think? Martha Stewart, look out!
Hello, from the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters. I greet you this way because I’ve been busy making all sorts of things to sell at shows and stock in stores and my Etsy shop. Mostly I’ve been working on the bottle cap products, drink charms mostly, and some magnets.
The thing about making my bottle cap items is that the process is mechanical and deliberate but doesn’t require a lot of thought. Attention, yes, but not thought. Sometimes I work in silence, letting my mind wander to anything from my to-do list for the weekend or the vacation I want to take years from now. But there’s another way I can let my mind wander while I’m pressing, gluing, applying resin, and beading. I escape through radio shows.
I’ve talked about my penchant for radio shows before. I can get caught up in a murder mystery, be haunted by ghosts, and even travel through time. While my eyes and hands are occupied with the task at hand, I’m also entertained with countless stories while getting things done. I like listening to a story without having to look at a screen to see what’s happening. Sure, I could do my work in front of a TV, but why, when I can have the nostalgia of radio shows whenever I want.
Lately I’ve been listening to the CBS Radio Mystery Theater. I remember when I was young and the family was coming home from a weekend at Grandma’s house ~ the car would be dark and my dad would turn on the radio so we could listen to Mystery Theater. He knew how to keep a car with three young children quiet.
With technology what it is today, I can listen to Mystery Theater whenever I want because all 1399 episodes running from 1974 to 1982 are available for streaming or downloading. I fill up my iPod with at least one hundred of these stories at a time and tune in whenever I have a gross or two of bottle caps to work on.
I love the old-fashioned radio shows. Try them out and let me know what you think.
Yeah, this isn’t actually a blog post. I’m trying out a new reader called Bloglovin. Please feel free to follow me over there if you’d like. The reader is kind of Pinterest-esque and there are tons of blogs to see that you didn’t even know existed.
I’m interested in seeing how it all works and what new discoveries I can make.