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Sell It All, Wall To Wall

Those are the words Husby utters frequently these days.  You see, it has come the time when his parents’ worldly goods come out from under the stairs for all to see.  These worldly goods will also have price tags on them.  It’s estate sale time!

I know I may seem a little too joyous about this sale; after all, an estate sale usually means everyone in the house is dead.  Not quite the case in Husby’s situation, but paring down is certainly necessary.  It is absolutely amazing how much stuff can be accumulated in 50+ years.  Beautiful things, kitschy things, useful things.  There are some things so ugly or useless I can’t imagine why they were kept.  But people keep things for their own reasons ~ sentiment, entitlement, fear of loss ~ and we must handle those things with care simply out of respect for their love of the stuff, or their dysfunctional need to cling to material possessions.  Mrs. Husby is probably rolling over in her grave with our putting a price on all of her things.  For Husby this sale is a passageway to freedom, a breaking of the chains.

Of course Husby gathered items that are sentimental to him, adding to our own accumulation of things.  Old photo albums, remembrances from his grandparents’ houses and mementos from his youth have all entered into our own house to be kept just a little while longer.  It’s an emotional time but it was also inevitable.  As an only child Husby faced this house full of stuff like a real trooper and bulldozed his way through every cupboard, closet, and crawl space making sure he knew exactly what was there, what he wanted, and what he wanted to let go.

Some of these things will end up in other homes, some will be on a shelf in a quaint little shop.  The trinkets that make up our homes, bring smiles to our faces and stir memories, the things we can’t bear to part with, become nothing when we are gone.  Nothing, that is, until someone else finds them and makes them their own.

The estate sale will be held on February 25th and 26th.  If you’re interested in attending you can find the details at Classic Touch Estate Sales

Wordless Wednesday

Is It Live, Or Is It Memorex?

Show of hands, how may of you remember this commercial?

Afraid to admit you’re that old?  That’s okay, your secret is safe with me.  Thirty-some years ago Memorex ran commercials claiming you couldn’t tell the difference between a live performance and a recording on one of their tapes.  Great marketing, but really, is anything better than the real thing?

I was doing some research the other day and came across some things that kind of disturbed me. Not that I didn’t know these things existed before now, but I never really gave them a second thought before my research.

So, in the spirit of Memorex cassette tapes I’ll ask you, which are real candles?

Similarly, which is the real bottle cap?

Plastic candles? Chrome bottle caps? You can totally tell which is real and which is fake. Why would you buy fake when the real thing is so much better, and so much more…real?

I’m sure people have their reasons for going fake, but at Auntie B’s Wax I make candles out of real wax and drink charms and magnets made with real bottle caps.

Monkey Libation at Auntie B's Wax

Asian Sandalwood Candle at Auntie B's Wax

Come on over to Auntie B’s Wax and get the real thing.

It’s a long holiday weekend at the day job, which means it’s a long productive weekend at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters.  After pouring over one hundred votives last weekend (and that was a short one!) I’m switching gears this weekend.  Guess what I’ll be doing…

Yesterday was a really exciting day as not only did I score thirteen gross bottle caps (not gross as in icky, gross as in 1 gross=144 units; thirteen gross amounts to over 1800 bottle caps), the Midwest Art Fairs publication was delivered. 

I’ll be preparing, flattening, cutting, gluing, resining (is that a word?), beading, mounting, and every other activity involved in making bottle cap magnets and drink charms.  When I need a rest from all that I’ll cozy up on the couch and study Midwest Art Fairs, getting ideas for new craft/art shows and festivals to which I can apply. 

I’m looking forward to the upcoming show season and hope to add one or two new venues this year in addition to some old favorites.

If you’re a Minnesota/Wisconsin/North-South Dakota/Illinois artist looking for places to sell your work or have a crafty biz you like to take on the road, Midwest Art Fairs is a great starting point.  If you like to visit craft shows and festivals you too will like Midwest Art Fairs.  Find out when and where the shows are and mark them on your calendar.  I might even see you at one or two of them!

To receive your very own copy of Midwest Art Fairs, click HERE.  To get a load of what’s created with all of those bottle caps, visit the 2012 Events Page on this site and see where I’ll be selling them live and in person.

Off I go.  Have a wonderful weekend!

Hatey McHaterson

Who drank the Haterade?!  Hatey McHaterson, that’s who!

There’s no reason to feel so poorly, Mr. McHaterson.  Oh, I know you don’t think you’re “poorly,” but really you are.  You wouldn’t be so Hatey if you weren’t poorly.

Hatey McHaterson at Auntie B's Wax

You scowl at people in the elevator and you shake your fist at drivers on the highway.  You roll your eyes when people talk to you and huff and puff when you think you’re smarter than anyone in the whole, wide world.

Why can’t you be more like your neighbor, Shouting Guy?  Sure he shouts, but he’s so good-natured no one cares if he rattles the rafters or startles children right out of their wits.  He loves everyone, and everyone loves him.

Shouting Guy at Auntie B's Wax

Alas, Hatey McHaterson is perfectly happy being Hatey.  Oh well, he must be doing something right if he’s famous enough to have his picture on a bottle cap magnet in Auntie B’s shop.