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You might know by now that Auntie B’s Wax products can be found in a shop or two around town.  It’s so cool to be included in shops that contain the works of some of the best artisans around.

This month the White Bear Lake Magazine did an article featuring The Farmer’s Daughter.  This shop is the best, the owners are geniuses at how to run a business and treat their artisans and patrons with love and respect.  I’m proud to be a part of this great shop in White Bear Lake.

Carrie and Lynn, owners of The Farmer’s Daughter in White Bear Lake, MN. Photo credit: Tate Carlson

Auntie B’s Wax has a bunch of stuff for sale in this shop, and even more thrilling terrifying is that Carrie and Lynn asked me to be one of the artisans interviewed for the magazine article.  The interviewer was great, the fact-checker was kind of scary (did I really say those things?!) and the final printing made me look kind of, well, artistic.  I’m sheepish and humble about the whole thing, but deep, deep inside I’m pretty proud.

If you’re ever in White Bear Lake, check out The Farmer’s Daughter.  They have a shop full of really fun gifts, and even more importantly things you’ll need in your own life.  The shop itself is welcoming, the owners and staff are friendly and helpful, and the items for sale, well, they’re just wonderful…if I may say so myself.

See the article here.

 

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OK, so I’m here tonight thinking I can relax but I totally can’t.  If I sound really chaotic and twirly it’s because I am.  Ack!

I don’t know if you’ve noticed the new additions to my blog sidebar.  Check them out.  Right there, to the right of where you’re reading.  I have a cool little slide show of some things I make and sell, and I also added links to the two shops where you can find my wares, as well as to my Etsy shop.  I’ve been at The Farmer’s Daughter for several years with nice success, and I just started a working relationship with Gumball Collective this month.  I’m very excited about selling to a new market and will be interested to see what I can offer in that neighborhood.

With two brick and mortar shops to stock, an Etsy shop to stock and three shows coming up in a mere three weeks I’ve gone completely mad trying to figure out which venue needs what kind of inventory.  I start something and forget about the other thing.  I pick up on that thing and remember I didn’t do something else.

But here’s the thing.  I have some new magnets that I know you’ll love.  OK, maybe you won’t love them.  Maybe you’ll even be offended by them.  I don’t care though, because…it’s art, man.

Take, for example, this insensitive piece:

Seriously? You’re making fun of mental disorders now?

Or hey, how about some swearing?

Wouldn’t you say the same thing?

I know!  I’ve gone completely insane, and plus very confused as to where these magnets should be shown.

I’m going to come clean.  These magnets, no matter how offensive or profane they may be will be offered, eventually, everywhere I show products.  There will be other magnets too, because the possibilities for magnets are limitless.  And right  now I don’t even have links to the magnets shown here (in case you are so insensitive or brash to actually want one) because they’re not even on sale at my Etsy shop just yet.  However, they will be, and soon.  Like, tomorrow.

All of you people shopping online, keep an eye on my Etsy shop for the additions coming in the next couple of weeks.  For those of you shopping in White Bear Lake, MN  check out  The Farmer’s Daughter.  If you’re in Northeast Minneapolis, MN visit  Gumball Collective.

Seriously, no matter how mental I get I’ll make sure these venues have some things you’ll love.

Now, back to your sanely-paced regularly scheduled programming.

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Here’s the thing about furious writing – it isn’t good writing.  At least in my case it’s not.

I’ve kept up with writing my NaNoWriMo novel for seven days now.  My word count is above par, but only slightly.  The trickiest part of this write-a-novel-in-thirty-days thing is being able to ignore my inner critic.  I’m so tempted to put my furious writing on hold to do the editing that is so very necessary.  But editing comes later, or so they say.  I don’t know what will happen when I read my finished product at the end of thirty days.  Maybe I won’t even think it’s worth editing!

So that’s the question.  If I don’t edit as I go along will the story stink so much I won’t want to bother with it anymore?  Or will the raw story inspire me to work on the editing in the months following NaNoWriMo?  One thing I know for sure is if I stop to edit as I go along I’ll never get the whole story written by the end of the month.

I’m heading into a four-day weekend and have big plans for more furious writing as well as getting some things ready for an upcoming event at The Farmer’s Daughter next weekend and the Holiday at the Depot craft show on Thanksgiving weekend.  I found out the Depot show is going to be two days instead of one, so I want to be sure I’m prepared.

I kind of wish NaNoWriMo was in March.  I wouldn’t be so busy with the upcoming holiday season both on the personal and business levels.  I suppose there was a reason the NaNo gurus chose November but I haven’t figured that out yet.  Despite their seemingly unfortunate decision to use November I’ll plug away at my novel the best I can.

To all my NaNoWriMo friends out there, I hope you’re doing well and keeping up.  I’m rooting for you!  God have mercy on us all.

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The plan was to continue the Dive Night post to Part 2 today, but that will have to wait until next week.  (Sorry Charlotte.)  Today I have to tell you about my excursion.

It’s cold outside.  Like, winter cold.  We have temperatures in the low 30s and rain/snow/ice pellets flying around everywhere.  That didn’t stop me and my mom.  We got a taste of spring at the Chickadee Boutique where the wood stove was toasting up the stone cottage that houses the boutique.

The place was packed to the rafters, as usual, with handmade items from local artisans.  Mom and I found a few things we wanted to make our own, or to give as gifts to others.

After our adventure at the Chickadee we went across town to The Farmer’s Daughter.  I consign my products at this shop, so while I was doing my business my Mom wandered about the shop to see what they had to offer.  Lots of stuff, of course!

It felt like warm springtime in these shops, and it was a plus that we didn’t come home empty-handed.  Even if we did it would have been a good day because even a false sense of spring is better than nothing.  Plus it’s a good thing to hang out with Mom once in a while.

Have a wonderful weekend!

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All week I was supposed to do this thing, but I’ve been procrastinating and avoiding because seriously, I kind of wrecked my own chances to make it good.  Dang camera.  But I’m not going to think about that right now.  Today I’m going to concentrate on how I’ve been annoyed by this stupid little cold all week long.

A sore throat and pretty serious headache kept me away from the day job one day, and a fever kept me from seeing all the little goblins at my door on Halloween night.  I thought I was on my way out of it just in time for the weekend except, no.  Enter, snot.

Most bits of energy I have are put into the simple act of breathing now.  My weekend will be spent with Kleenex stuffed up my nostrils and a very thick coat of balm on my lips to keep them from cracking.  Continuous mouth breathing does that to lips, you know.

In less self-pitying news and despite my forecasted low energy level things will be all a-bustle at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this weekend.  I’ve only seven days to finish preparations for the upcoming 2nd Annual Lady’s Holiday Party held by the ever-famous Mary Ann.  Less than seven days to stock up the shelves of The Farmer’s Daughter for their annual holiday party.

Yes, it’s been a logy week, trudging along, this aggravating little bug nagging at me.  It’s going to keep nagging at me throughout the weekend, but I will prevail.  I have to.  Snot be damned.

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