So What's the Dill, Yo?

So we went to the East Bay...San Ramon, to be exact. It's actually a really nice place, despite my initial misgivings. I thought it was going to be in the boonies, and it turns out it was much, much closer than I gave it credit for. It also has some really new amenities that make it an up and coming community, and a great place to live.

We checked out a few new construction homes. We're talking expensive here, folks. And, of course, we pretty much fell head over heels in love with the most expensive one. As we were walking through the model home we couldn't stop saying to each other, "I could live here". It kept repeating over and over. The house was like a Disneyland ride for us...it kept getting better and better and it seemed like the Happiest Place on Earth. And then reality hit. We can't have that house. It's too expensive. Or can we? My husband and I couldn't wait to go home and crunch the numbers.

We got home and he got out the mortgage calculators and all that crazy stuff I don't understand. (I know I should understand it folks! He keeps reminding me I should understand it!) It turns out that if we brought in just a little more each month, we could swing that house. But where are we going to get the money? That's what's killing us.

So we're going back again this weekend. We're going to look at lower priced homes, but we're also going to torture ourselves and look at our dream home again. We'll be crushed if we don't get that house. All signs point to us getting crushed.

On a lighter note, I've started making Tooth Fairy Pillows. I have one up so far in my Etsy Shop and more to be posted soon. I don't want to post them all at once because they'll all get buried. I love Etsy, but I do liken it to a neverending giant heap of cute stuff, that people keep shoveling more and more cute stuff upon, and my cute stuff never really gets a chance to breathe because it kind of suffocates from all the other people's cute stuff that has been shoveled on top of it. So that's my Etsy/Giant Cute Stuff Heap Analogy.

One of my Tooth Fairy Pillows

I'll have more on the too-expensive new-house sit-chew-ay-shon in my next post. Until then, do keep your fingers crossed that a money cloud opens up in the sky right above me and makes a commitment to follow me around for awhile.

Out with the Old

I will preface this post by saying I went a little crazy. My husband says when he hears me say those words, he gets nervous. This time, though, I think it was he who inspired me. Last Sunday night, while watching Big Brother, my husband got an itch to organize his closet. I wasn't going to fight him on that one! I sat there on the bed, half watching BB and half watching him get reacquainted with the plethora of blue oxford shirts in the back of his closet. "Old Bluey! I've missed you!" I don't know how he could distinguish Old Bluey from the all the other seemingly identical blue shirts, but whatever, he was reminiscing.

So when I say I "went a little crazy" in my own closet on Monday, I have to partially blame the hub. It started out that I just wanted to hang one of my shirts. I couldn't...quite...get it...into the closet. No more room. That can't be right. I have a full-on double closet. I mean, it's no walk-in, but it's a regular size closet. Something must be done. Still in control of the situation, I innocently spotted a shirt that was never ever going to be worn again, and who knows why it was ever worn in the first place. I took it out to make room for the one in my hand. It felt good to get rid of a "bad guy". Plus, it's hardly worth going to the Donation Station for one shirt...I was quickly losing my grip. I flipped through a few more shirts and found another bad guy. I ripped it out and threw it on the floor. Before I knew it, I was in full-on edit mode. And I was harsh. If it was too big, too small, didn't look good on me, or had no chance of ever being worn again, it was history. I also completely disassembled my whole 'organized by color' system, which was so-0-ooo not working for me and instead organized by type of clothing.

My give away heap

Believe it or not, after all that, my closet is still pretty full. Maybe I should've been a bit more harsh. My style has significantly changed and I wouldn't even think of wearing a lot of the clothes that I used to wear. I told my mom that I was editing my closet and the first thing she asked was if something was wrong with me...the second thing she said was to keep the clothes until I see her next, because she might like to go through them herself. :)

A lot of these clothes were my Fall/Winter wear, so hopefully I'll find a few pieces this Fall which will take their places. Obviously, I want to be pretty choosy this time around.

This weekend, we're going over to the East Bay- ooh, just saying "East Bay" kinda makes me cringe- but it has it's merits. And to be fair, I haven't really given it a chance. We're actually going to check out some new communities over there...my husband hasn't shaken off the relocation bug, and wants to see what the houses are like over there. It would be a pretty long commute, but who knows? It might be worth it. We might have a better picture by early next week.

In the meantime, I've got to figure out what to do with this monster pile of old clothes I've got in the corner of my bedroom. If I had a kid, I'd throw it in the middle of the bed and let them jump in it like a pile of leaves. In reality, it's either going to be boxed or bagged and it's going to be donated ASAP. Is it crazy of me to say I can't wait to go shopping to get some Fall clothes?

Just Like Old Times...Only Better

Shaver Lake is a pretty big part of my past. I spent a week camping there every Summer in Junior High and High School, and a few of my relatives have lived and worked there, so it has become a familiar place. If you've never heard of it, and you probably never have, it's a very small nook of a town located in the Sierras, on a lake called Shaver Lake. The water is icy cold there, even in the Summertime, but it's beautiful. And it's mostly a tourist town, with cabins in abundance, attracting waterskiers in the Summer months and Snowbunnies in the Winter months.

But when I was a teenager, the cabins weren't even a consideration. My cousin, who took us camping every year, was pretty insistent on making our experiences the most austere and rustic as they could be. (Read: cheap) I'm pretty sure back then we even had a version of the pit toilet, which, for one day can be awful, and for one week can be torture. Showers were few and far between, but at least we did get a shower. I will say the food was good. My aunt always came and cooked for us, and she always knows how to care for a hungry mob. I'm pretty sure though, that it was experiences like those I had in Shaver Lake that made me the Anti-Camper I am today.

So this last weekend I went to a wedding....ANOTHER wedding (I know), this time back in Shaver. Driving those winding roads up to the town, I found myself remembering old signs and gas stations...the places we used to have dinner on the way down the mountain. And when we got there this time, we were staying in a cabin. My aunt (the same one who's a great cook), got us a huge cabin which accomodated 9 family members for the night, which was an upgrade fully appreciated by someone who has seen and experienced the worst. The only catch was that we had to share a room with someone...which is a bad idea for me because I have insomnia. Even under the best conditions, sleep evades me. So we shared with my parents. I don't have to tell you that I was up all night.

The family cabin

I was really fine in the morning...not too tired, so we went off to the wedding, in a hidden gem of a wedding chapel. Stained glass windows, a covered bridge, set in pine trees...it's really nice. I should've snapped a picture of it. I know the Pastor of the church...he's a kind man.

My cousin exiting the church after saying her vows

We left Shaver not long after the wedding. The reception was short, but not uneventful. My cousin (K) is kinda kooky and she had her guests sing songs during the reception. Our table sang The Beatles. As we drove out of town and down the mountain, my husband commented that he'd like to buy a house in Shaver. I told him he'd be bored in less than a month.

We'd been invited to stay at my cousins' (J & G's) house in Fresno. We always love hanging out with them, they're super cool, and on top of that, they love beading. Our other cousins (J & A) were also going to come over and make dinner for all of us, so we were in for a great night.

J & A made carne asada tacos which were mmm-mmm-mmm deee-licious---and gluten free. Then we all played this game called Ticket to Ride Europe, which was super fun. If you haven't heard of it, I recommend it.

The following day, we went to a birthday party for my niece, O. She turned two on Saturday. I absolutely love any chance I can get to hang out with my nieces--they live so far away, I don't get to see them very often. Of course, I also love to see their parents.

On our long drive home, we decided we'd go to the grocery store before going home and get some taco fixin's. We loved those tacos so much, we wanted to have a re-run. When we got home, we saw that the cats hadn't killed each other, (which is always our most morbid fear) so we were pretty happy. We had dinner and I turned on Big Brother...what a weekend. I had re-traced my steps in a way, this time with a husband and a new life. When I was in Shaver before, life was such a question mark for me, and when I went back this time, knowing who I am, I felt like it was more of an exclamation point.

The Nile

This weekend the Hub and I drove North a bit to Historic Niles, which is basically in Fremont...but seems to be worlds away. Niles, as far as I know it, is comprised of one main street with about 8 Antique Shops all lined up in a row. There are a smattering of other shops and restaurants sprinkled in there, as well. I usually drag my husband to the bead shop, Kiowa Rose (actually, he goes quite willingly, and he even helps me choose my beads and pays afterward!). Kiowa Rose is one of the few places I can get Vintage Lucite beads aside from a Trunk Show or a Bead Show, plus, the inside of the store is stunning. I don't know how to describe it. It's like a magical place, like one of the shops at Diagon Alley in Harry Potter. You just have to visit for yourself. Apparently, Charlie Chaplin shot a movie there...not in Kiowa Rose, but in what it once was.

Aaaaanyway, this time I dragged (again he went willingly) my Hub to Niles for the Antique Shops. I was really on a hunt for something specific, but hey, if I found some other cool old thing, I was in the mood to buy that, too. We parked down at the far end of the street and started off at the first store. Actually, technically, the first store was closed, so we started with the second store.

I was really looking for some old colored glass vessels, the size of juice glasses. Juice glasses would've worked, too, but I would hate to break up a set and buy just one. What I want to do is use some of my soy wax and pour some soy candles into the vintage glass vessels. I just kinda got the idea one day...I thought it would be cool. I'm not sure if I'll scent them or not.

So anyway, I didn't really find anything in the first or second stores. Then I found something in the third store, but it was more than I was willing to pay. I didn't find anything in the next couple stores either. By then, my Hub was hungry. There had been a kid out on the street hawking menus for a restaurant just off the main street called, "The Nile". They pretty much serve Salads, Sandwiches, and a Soup of the Day. I was really iffy about going there, because I can't eat sandwiches, most soups, and most salad dressings (gluten!). But my husband was kinda gung-ho, so we sat down at one of the tables in the otherwise deserted restaurant. My husband had to shout a polite, "hello!" to get someone's attention from the back.

The waitress/cook took our order. I was specific that I didn't want any croutons on my salad. We repeated it twice. I thought that should be sufficient. You know what's coming. Our food came, minus my hub's soup, which had to be re-requested (again, we're the only ones in the restaurant), and there were copious croutons on my salad. I went to the counter and unfortunately had to shout to the back of the restaurant. They acted like they never heard me request a salad with no croutons, but took my salad back. I specifically told her I can't eat croutons.

I was brought a clean salad and we finished our lunch in silence, because by that time, I was testy about the choice of restaurant and what I was eating. I got to the last few bites of my salad and unearthed a crouton. My temper flared. I guess the cook simply rifled through my salad and removed the croutons from the original salad instead of bringing me a new one (something I could've done myself!). When you are GF, you really can't even eat something that has even touched gluten. I don't think I did an adequate job at communicating to the cook the reason I couldn't eat croutons. Maybe I need to go deeper next time. I think the misunderstanding was partly my fault, but I still stormed out of the restaurant.

Luckily, cute antiques can quell my temper. I wasn't hot for long. We hit some more shops, but I still didn't find just the right vessels for my project. Bless my hub for sticking with me through all those shops. By the second to last shop, he was hurtin'. But something cool had caught my eye. It was a huge tool chest from 1935, with 4 drawers. Almost all the drawers had dividers in them. It would be perfect for bead organization. The only catch would be: where do I put it when I get it home? I have no place in my studio for a piece that weighty and large. In the end, we decided we'd think about it, and it ended up staying in Niles. If I'm still thinking about it by next weekend, I might make my hub take me back and see if it's still there. It really was super cool.

Bead-wise, I've just finished a steel-blue Vintage Lucite necklace, and should be starting a new one in the next couple days. Collage-wise, I've just finished a collage with a Marriage/Engagement theme and am working on a collage with a Rain theme. I also have a Mermaid collage that seems to be done, but I'm not sure if I'm happy with it yet, or not. I was really excited when I was working on my Marriage/Engagement collage, because for the first time since I've been working with Mixed Media, things started to come naturally for me and I felt really at home. It only lasted for a few minutes, but I know it's just the beginning. I'm starting to feel like less of a beginner.

So things are going great. We've got a wedding and a birthday party to go to this weekend, and we've got a medium-sized overhaul of our yard going on, so things will be pretty busy through to next week. One thing I forgot to mention was that my husband kinda messed up the car last weekend, so it's in the shop for 2 weeks and we've got a rental. He was just driving through the parking lot at the mall and non-chalantly hit 2 yellow poles. And he calls me a crazy driver! If there's a bonus to any of this, I guess it's fun to drive a different car for a few weeks.