Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Fall Is Still Feeling Like Summer

Last weekend I drove out of town to sell pumpkins and tractors. It was interesting because I've never sold alone before. I had three tables and of course someone spotted me right off the bat as being helpless. I was embarrassed and politely declined any help. For goodness sake, I should be a professional at being a vendor at any event.
My family ran a flea market in our home town for 40+ years. By the time I was 4 months old I was working my tail feathers off. It was hard work too. You were either carrying tables that were half your weight, or sweeping floors for several hours.

So here I am trying to set up a card table that is older than the hills, and the silly legs wouldn't lock into place. I felt like everyone was still staring at the blonde who didn't know what she's doing. I did away with the old card table and the last two tables were finally set up and on even ground. I then attempted to place my table cloth on,  and the wind took it. This happened over and over again.  Luckily I had large weighted pumpkins and an endless supply of packing tape.

It turned into a long day. I had brought some of my silver jewelry to see if anybody would notice it. There were several people who did, and some tried on my rings. That was encouraging. I thought I would share one pendant that I've finished, and one that is unfinished.

Jon Snow Greeting Card

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Shop Announcements

I've made a few decisions regarding closing etsy shops. It took me awhile to make choice but for the time I've decided to stop selling crochet patterns. My heart really isn't into right now, and with the decline of my grandmother's health, mentally I'm not able to focus on something so tedious.

It might have been the wrong choice, as I have some fond memories about it that keeps me hanging in the past. My grandma taught herself how to crochet, and she never read a single pattern in her life. She then taught me, and I go through phases of being interested in the hobby. It landed me on the front page of my local newspaper where I had a reporter come to my home and interview me. I was also lucky enough to sell to a high end fashion designer in Paris, France who works for Marc Jacobs. How cool is that?
It also brought a lot of strange requests too.

My crochet patterns are still up for sale for a short time. They can be found here:

So what is HDPsquared all about?  Jewelry that is a little bit more edgier than I've ever created before. I've jumped right into the precious metal clay scene. Anytime anyone gives me the opportunity to play with fire, I'm ready to set my pants ablaze.

If you can't wait for me to set up shop, I'm pre-selling a few items.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Keeping Things Interesting

Trying to rework the top layer of greenware is patience wearing. I'm really digging my newest my hobby, working with precious metal clay. With a ton of support already, I'm still slow and steady. My mind floats from creativity to nothing, to focusing on the sadness that Alzheimer's has brought to my family. Or that's what the doctors are calling it.

My Grandmother went from being really bad, to worse, then regaining strength, to not recognizing who I was. Years ago I somewhat prepared myself for this. Knowing what might happen, reading about the disease and what multiple strokes could do to a person. What's hard to except is knowing that my Grandpa realizes that she no longer knows who I am. He told me not to worry, that he would never forget me. Those words won't leave my head.

I spent a lot of time with my grandparents growing up. They were fun, taught me multiple skills, and working for them was practically my first job.
When I moved out on my own, I sort of felt the need to acquire a second job. I was already working ten to twelve hours a day at my full time job to really hold a decent second job.
That's when I turned to etsy and started crocheting. A skill that my grandma had taught me, but neither one of us had dabbled in pattern writing.

I used my funds from pattern writing to open another etsy shop, and then another, and another.  I sort of ended up with etsy fever. The original plan was that I would end up with just one shop, but needed serious funding to end up with just working with metal in various forms.
Sadly, I will more than likely end up closing one or more of my etsy shops. I'm not sure which shop(s) I will be closing just yet. An announcement will be made prior to any closures.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Friday The Fun-day

I love Friday nights.  They mainly consist of me wishing I had plans, and still thinking that there's time to make plans.
The only reason I'm taking time to type this is because I'm on a therapy pain relief ball and shouldn't drive. As soon as I get off this ball I have metal that needs filed/sanded, and a bunch of witches to watch on Netflix.
Seriously if you have not watched Witches of East End, do so now! I know it's really a novel, and I would read it but I'm stuck on NOS4A2. Ok, I've been stuck on this book for 3 - 4 years. It's possible that demonic children stuck in a place called Christmasland is just too over the top for me.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Grandma Come Home

My grandmother will be released from the hospital tomorrow! As a family, we are excited for her return. We are all mentally and emotionally drained, and just want to see her smiling face again.

Her visiting hours were short, and she was relocated to a facility that was suitable for her care. I was able to talk to her on the phone, and while she sounded great and strong willed, my heart has been broken all week.

I had told myself that 2015 was going to be an amazing year. It didn't start off that way, and the year keeps getting more and more overwhelming. It's hard for me to watch my family and friends break down, and I'm struggling to stand tall.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Happy Birthday!

No, it's not my birthday. Sometimes saying "Happy Birthday" is hard. I always look for the humorous cards. Usually my humor doesn't match my friends or family's humor. That's when you throw up your hands and say "who cares, this card is perfect!"

This card is perfect!