The thing I forget about opening up the house for a craft show is that when the bustle of beautiful stuff and cheery folks sweep through our house I get to see our house anew. I realize how welcoming it can be. That is such a huge gift our solid old house gives us.
Saskia had a grand time. The wares on the table of fiber things can be seen again this coming weekend over at the Claw Foot Tub. If you want a very cool and different gift, you should click and buy Co-opoly. It is not Monopoly repackaged with new particulars at all. Board game enthusiasts, click, get.
As the rats have begun to settle in, turns out that although Pip emerged first to play, Squeak is more outgoing.
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One friend came through and admired the paint colors in our house, as she has in other Northampton houses, prompting her to think our town has some really good color mojo. She’s a terrific portrait painter so no wonder she’d notice this. It was a wrapped up in paint moment for me having written an entire story about the way paint can produce a lot of house bang for relatively little buck.
Or, as another friend said of the day, it was an “only in Northampton” moment. Many of my peeps revere this groovy spot we call home.
I think small home-y craft shows do happen in other places, for the record.
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Although I dove back into work after all the excitement—and marveled at how gigantic our house is when unfettered by us, or at least our stuff—I am exhausted. I’ve conked out early two out of three nights since.
The getting up of the teenager is still vexing, consuming and annoying in equal parts. He is so thoroughly exhausted he can sleep through the alarm clock. I know this because I get to hear it for extended periods.
I’m leaving this little post with a link to sign a petition for later school start times. It’s a national petition, so you can sign it regardless of where you live. If you have teenagers, you are probably in agreement. If you don’t yet have teenagers but anticipate having them someday, trust me, you want school to start later. If your teenagers’ years are past or you never plan to experience such hormonal turbulence in close proximity, sign for the greater good pretty please.
