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Cannon Falls, Here I Come

It’s a busy, busy time. I’ve been pouring and gluing and cutting and beading.  Usually I’m busy like this a lot earlier in the season, but this year my first show is this weekend, about a month later than usual.  I skipped a festival or two in June, but that’s another blog post.

Right now I have my sights set on the Cannon Falls Wine and Art Festival.  I’ve shown at this festival for three years and historically it’s been lucrative and a whole lot of fun.  From a vendor’s point of view the event is impeccably organized, and from an attendee’s point of view it’s a relaxing day filled with wine tastings, food, music, and of course the wares of dozens (and dozens!) of artisans.

Also historically, this coming weekend is one of the hottest of the year. We’re anticipating temperatures in the 90s (that’s Fahrenheit), with the added excitement of a chance of hot summer rain/storm. No matter, a festival is a festival (defined as gaiety, revelry, merrymaking) despite what Mother Nature decides to dish out. Party on!

Just because I’ve been dialing it back on the shows this year don’t get the idea that I’m losing interest. Never! It’s just that I’ve got a few things going on this year that are taking up my energy and attention, things of which I’ll probably discuss in future posts. It’s a time of change at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters, as well as a time for new adventures. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, if you’re anywhere within a 100-mile radius of Cannon Falls, Minnesota come to the Cannon Falls Wine & Art Festival on July 18-19. You’ll have a blast!

Wordless Wednesday

Culture Vultures

Hello!  I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to you all!  I’m so behind in keeping up with the happenings at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters, both professionally and personally.  But as we all know Blog Time isn’t necessarily the same as Real Time, so whatever I post will be appreciated no matter how far behind it is, right?

Enough with the time tricks and riddles.  Husby and I spent a marvelous evening out for his birthday.  Okay, so his birthday was way back in May, but you can’t fault me for giving him the gift of an experience (rather than a ‘thing’) which took place over a month following his actual birthday.  Here are two things you have to know before you can appreciate the gift I gave him.

1.  Husby was raised in a family that loved musicals.  South Pacific is his favorite, but he can sing and/or quote many musical productions, especially those produced in the ’50s and ’60.

2.  Husby loves baseball.  OK, maybe he isn’t a die-hard fan like some other people you may know, but he enjoys keeping up with the scores and listening to or watching a game or two on the radio or TV, and loves to see a game in person now and again.  (Note to self – take Husby to a Saint’s game, he would love it.)

What would be a better present for this man than a musical production about baseball?!  I bought tickets to Damn Yankees –  a musical about baseball!  We gussied up and trotted to downtown St. Paul for an evening of dining and theater.

We began our night at Kincaid’s with a cocktail (or two) and an appetizer to share – a platter of melt-in-your-mouth steak bites, coconut shrimp, and crab-artichoke dip with delectable bread.  We felt absolutely glam with the service and food provided to us.

Afterwards we took the short walk across Rice Park to the Ordway Theater for the Performing Arts and settled in for an evening of great fun.

The pre-theater appetizers were to die for, the play was outstanding, and on our walk back to the parking ramp we were serenaded by a festival of sorts in Rice Park with live music.  All in all it was a glamorous evening in the city.

Happy birthday to Husby!

Wordless Wednesday

A Change of Plans

There were a lot of things going on this week. I had to stock up a  brick and mortar shop, tend to my own craft inventory, make plans for the Father’s Day weekend, and soothe my bereaved friend in any way I could, not to mention get my house cleaned, which hadn’t been done for at least two or three weeks. For someone who usually doesn’t have anyone to think of except herself, this week was a challenge for me.

I was all ready to take Thursday evening as the time I would get my act together and organize my time. I situated myself in my comfy chair with my planner/list-maker on my lap, but I was nagged to no end by the windows directly across the room from me. They were filthy, and had been since the snow melted. It had been driving me crazy for weeks and at just that moment, when I decided to get my life in order, I chose instead to wash the windows.

The windows opposite my comfy chair. Oh how glorious to see it sparkle!

What a difference it made! And now, the day after I threw all caution to the wind and went against my better time-organization judgement, I am much better able to concentrate on what needs to be done this weekend.

Never underestimate the power of clean windows.