Signed the lease today, I am now a vendor at the 'House of Vintage' on Hawthorne.
Tomorrow morning, I load up the Kia and make like the flea market of olde, except that it's inside, with 80s music and more ugly 1960s lamps than I ever saw in all of my childhood friends' parents' basements and rec rooms. With the big GothGirl space at the front.
Perseverance, and good timing. I am so excited! Starting out with LPs, some 1970s rock& roll paraphernalia, books, fabricky items, old video tapes, things that I've been carting around so long that they have become 'vintage' since I got them...the mid-40s usual realization that it has been almost 30 years since high school, ohmigod, why do I still have some of this stuff?
To sell, to sell, to young 20s hipster types to whom this era of
brown and yellow draperies or orange and olive lampshades has a delightful charm. Oh, I can show you 70s...
I considered "The 70's Will Never Die" as a great name for a booth, and it's not too late. The owner is very easy going with being creative, and encourages merchandising that increases sales, so that's cool. And since I am in a starter size space, it's small enough that I'm not in overwhelm about filling it up, and it's easy to completely change around to keep it fresh. The time commitment is minimal, so I can still do all of my other creative and money making projects, like blogging, trying to get writing jobs, setting up my Etsy sales site, and most likely, getting a part time job. I get to lead four lives at once, at last! And there is that new novel idea that came to me yesterday, a murder mystery, no less, increible!
There's still time, I keep saying to myself. All of these interlayered happenings feel more genuine than most of the work I've done over the last few years, yet the experience along the way taught me so much that I know will help me run my own business. Fifteen years ago I would have wanted to do my own little bookstore, maybe a spirituality artsy poets dragged through Asia a few times kinda store. But things are different now, after the bookstore manager's experience. I don't want a little cafe or restaurant of my own, either. So already have done that, too. To feel really in tune with all my interests and expressive needs, I need to do an assortment of things. Perhaps this summer is the time and the right mix of circumstances for me to really launch this muthaship. Six months ago I found out I was losing my job. And it certainly was not the end of the world. This summer is going to be so cool!!
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
I have a store again!
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Labels: Groovy Rhubarb, Hawthorne, House of Vintage, work
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sweater Love
I'm up to my eyeballs in them---all lined up in a row on my front porch railing drying in this sudden and windy heat wave. Lucky for me, because you can imagine the smell of damp wool/silk/mohair/angora lying helplessly flat on every horizontal surface indoors. Rather not.
It's so much better this way, and as yesterday was just as beautiful as today is going to be, I'm glad I did the first batch then. Lucky lucky me, I get to play with sweaters I didn't have to spend months knitting in the first place, cutting, applique, felting, ribbon & wool embellishing, funky patches & unmatched buttons, lace inserts...I'm dizzy with excitement.
But today is more business than pleasure, I have to get some business cards together, take some pictures and finish the pitch portfolio already. I worked on the business plan last night after Sunset Porch Time, and I want to walk down to the Hawthorne & 48th Ave antique mall before it gets to 90 degrees today. If only I had a better quality printer...
You just never know where the inspiration will come from, or what it will actually look like when it gets here. I had been thinking it would look a certain way, BE a certain thing, and that isn't what happened at all. And as electrifying as it has been to sing out with it to people I know, and to see them happy that I'm excited and jazzed, I have to also deal with the quizzical looks, uncertain smiles. pointed questions, and, frankly, their obvious doubts about the sense of what I'm talking about. This has been tough for me. Most of these folks have only known the workaholic for Borders me-person. This Earth Martha Hippie is catching them off guard.
Am I off my nut?
Especially when I realized that doing this vintage thrift thing is a lot like what Betty did when we were kids, dragging my brother and me to garage sale and estate sale and roadside liberation of old furniture, making us work in her booth at the flea markets, haul shit around and sit on it to keep it from falling over, fighting with each other while we waited for hours in the parked car while she wheeled & dealed some old lady out of precious heirlooms. This is a curious turn of events at this point in my life. It feels like I'm doing it my way, though. Maybe I'm just kidding myself.
Yesterday I popped into Powells' to pick up a freebie paper, and saw a sign posted for a bookseller for the Hawthorne location. No less than five employees were hanging out chatting, holding up the counter or sitting with their feet propped on the desk tiddling on the computer, and I had a brief flash of "not a bad way to make $11 an hour" as I flitted back out the door. There is always that. Books, retail, but without the corporate culture thing. I don't wanna go there. (keep moving, keep moving, sweater love, buttons, retro booth, business cards, paintings, jewelry, writing, go go go go go !)
Just about half done with Betty's Mom's-Day & B-Day combo sweater. Half of the front panel and the two short sleeves left to do. The yarn makes such a beautiful variegated colored pattern, with slubs of satiny strand colors strewn in like jeweled grains of rice. I love it, but will be so glad when it is done. I've got so much else to get in motion, this necessary but beautiful task of finishing this gift feels like goofing off. It certainly looks that way to everyone who passes by, seeing me on the porch late in the afternoon yet again, knitting (of all things) and maybe a beer next to me in the shade, "when is she going to get a job?" is all over their faces. Or so I think they're thinking. The Boss Lady has not completely left the building. Right now, she is reminding me that the sweaters are sitting there needing to be brought out of the water and taken to the porch to start drying. Gotta go. Lo-o-ove those sweaters, though.
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Labels: craft, Groovy Rhubarb, Martha, work
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Emperor's New Clothes
Having had a very public moment of jazz and confidence, I feel the shell coming over me as usual.
It's so damn scary to be so exposed, I don't know how all you extroverts do this every day. The skin is thin, therefore the shell. The Crab sign has some sense to it, as I see it.
My loveliest neighbors invited me to a pot luck bar-be-que last night, and had implied that they were celebrating my new business venture direction with me. I was seized with fear, stage-fright and magnificent doubts. Holy shit! I had to pitch it to the masses. I offered to bring pies. So if the business idea wasn't getting mileage, maybe the pies would.
Needn't have worried. (whew!)
We had brand spankin' new neighbors move in across the street on Thursday & Friday, so they got invited, too, so the spotlight was not on me, much to my relief. Not sure if the pies were received well or not, but I liked them, so that's okay. We had a true Mediterranean al fresco meal; fresh grilled salmon, fresh perfectly steamed asparagus, succulent cheeses, fruit and crispy crackers, red & white wines by the hostess' family vineyard, rice, black beans, a serious dark-eyed infant, a singing naked two year old in the garden, dog, cats, fig trees, wide-reaching conversation, and diverse guests. Alternately, we related the story of arriving in this neighborhood, spirits, thieves, scandals & worse. No one was drinking enough to really get into the good stuff.
As the evening got chilly, we reluctantly began clearing the table and said our goodbyes. I came home and reassured the upstairs ghost that she would remain undisturbed, not to worry, and I found it amusing that anyone should think I needed to "do" anything about her. That the phone chiming at night would be scary. I also remembered a time in the 80s when everyone around me felt obliged to be a "teacher" and let all the "uninitiated" know how to go about things. Being so shy, I would listen and think there's so much to learn, but I'd interrupt when someone assumed I was completely ignorant, and begin relating all my experience with the topic. I don't like the Emperor telling me how it is, and I don't want to be the Emperor, either. So last night, it was comforting to be neither, and watch the thread of conversation weave among everyone, dancing around or leaned into, with the kids keeping it all interrupted and fun. When more of my Plan for World Domination is concrete, it will be easier for me to disclose more of my Evil Genius. But for now, more pie, coffee, ice cream, please!
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Labels: WAH friends, work
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Absolutely Boggled!
Pulling myself away from the two boxes of BUTTONS that arrived this morning to share with y'all my utter rhapsodic bliss and new flowsy determination to launch the new money-making thing.
My trip to the Thrift Emporium yesterday was very worthwhile, and I browsed there for an hour, to "get a read" on the place and the people there, and the shoppers. I am now on the contact list for the owner/manager to call me, since it is nearing the end of the month, some people decide not to renew at the last minute, and they have sudden openings. The used record store that used to be two doors down closed after Christmas, and I think it is perfect for me to segue on in with all my vinyl and used books, since the place also used to be a used book and mag store. This is very exciting, dare I say.
And as my pal Jolie reminded me, look out yard salers, Laura will be blitzing you and making off with goodies!! Oh what fun!
But the buttons... Within an hour, I had started sorting all the Bakelite ones from the mother of pearl ones, and tossing the bone, wood, rubber, and metal ones in little piles in a flat box.
The mother of pearls began a nice cozy soak in some warm Mrs Meyers' and water, and the bed is layered with beach towels for them all to dry in the spring breeze coming in the south windows. (sounds like a great place to spend an afternoon to me) I've already been dreaming up the way to card some of them up to wholesale to stores and sell on my soon to launch Etsy site. I'm using them for lots of things besides fastening layers of clothes together, as you may imagine. Like beads, some sort of past life thing makes me value buttons like primitive money, trade currency, circulate and value, hoard then sell. I'm a crow, they sparkle, feel good in my hand, look good on a string, and I wanna just pounce and fly away with them.
Perhaps I'm being naive, but this feels like the right thing for me to be doing right now. The ultimate irony of a Worst Case Scenario being realized in January, and the screeching end of a 10+ years commitment like being dumped for a younger woman is, I look around and see only good as a result. I do terribly miss Linsey and some of my peeps, and the day to day intelligent and goofy fun we had, but almost everyone has gone on to greater glory, and that is a delight to me. I had wanted this to be the summer fer shure that I got out of there, but being termed was better, just more of a shock and adjustment period. Re-entry to my real life has taken me most of three months, really. And there was that pay off... (gracias, Spiritu Mejor!)
Almost everyday I sit down here and write something, either blog, essay around, business plan mission statement type of thing, or another list of story ideas. Almost everyday, I go outside and check out the tomato blossoms, pull some weeds, water herbs, smell roses, put in a new plant, check out my neighbors' plantings. Free Wi-Fi has hit my neighborhood, my cellphone is fun, the gym is nearby, I walk to the Daily Grind for some veggies. Late spring, great apartment, fabulous folks nearby, great dogs and friendly cats, grills in the evening, and I am so in gratitude that the push to reach here has actually led me here, where I dreamed and intended to wind up. Is this a mid-life thing? I think so. Two months ago it dawned on me I just didn't care anymore about a title, a corporate identity or status, whether I was promoted or passed over, listened to by muckity-mucks or unheard, valued and retained, or just a number and let go. It doesn't matter to me. It felt so good to let it all go, and be happy where I am, doing what I choose to do from here, loving my Portland Life, feeling more genuine than I have in .... years and years and years.
I've got 15 basil plants going on my back porch to plant in about a week, the tomatoes are staked or caged, the lavender and sage, creeping thyme and echinacea are filling out in the rock garden, and I found a nice Thai basil plant to add to the collection. And now the buttons...
Nothin' but smiles from me.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Hand Cramps & Forearm Seizures
No, not from gardening, but from choosing a freakingly tiny yarn and needle size to fabricate the beautiful short-sleeved sweater for Betty, and having an unrealistic deadline for completing it. It's a combination Mother's Day & Birthday gift, them being within 6 weeks of each other this year, and she's cool with that. But this morning my hands are frozen like claws, and my forearms are twitching and so fatigued I can hardly type. And I'm not even half done. But the back piece is almost done, and the yarn makes a stunning fabric, I'm deliriously happy about that. Pretty sure she'll find it cool enough in its rayon-blend light weight to wear, and that the colors are what she wanted. Her friends will be impressed. It will look great with black and other bright solids she has. I hope I will actually take today off from knitting and let myself recover, maybe immerse myself in some hot dishwater and get dishes done, or better yet, go for a steam and a good pounding in the clinical strength hot tub at the gym. (Can I grip a steering wheel safely?)
Over the weekend, I had an afternoon of insanity, and hung out on eBay bidding on batches of old buttons. To make cool stuff with. To sell. The "Ideas" notebook is filling up, and I saw some amazing button creations that inspired me to make something less cutesy and more funky. It is true, the Etsy bug has bitten me, and I'm in a fever to create, to make, to arts around. There is a new Thrift Emporium on Hawthorne, near the wildly popular Presents of Mind, where a used books & magazine shop used to be. The neighboring Thrift Stall Shop expanded to take over the entire building, and I'm checking it out, rates, percentage of price commission, rent, etc. to see about having a booth to sell things, that I don't have to inhabit while it's open. That is the cool thing about these Emporiums. Your merchandise tags have your vendor code on them, and the customer takes up the stuff they've picked from the various vendors to the central cashier, and you get credit by the code for the merchandise of yours that is purchased. So I could sell online as well as locally and not be tied to a store 7 days a week all hours. And the Emporium would be great to sell the bigger items I have, antiques, books, records, heavy stuff, odds & ends. Stuff that would be challenging to mail if sold online. Re-purpose, re-use, re-sell, re-furbish, re-invent.
Right now, I could really use a hand and arm massage. Signing off for now, maybe more later...
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Friday, May 18, 2007
Ramblings of a Hop Head
It had to happen.
Two intelligent women. The perfect porch. Summer returns. Long warm sunny evenings. Beer.
Home Brewed World Domination.
Funny that it took me until this revered vint-age to realize what being "hopped-up" really meant. I always felt it ranked down there with smoking pencil shavings or cornsilk behind the utility shed at the back of the school yard, or apple cider left out a wee too long after Thanksgiving. Ye Olde pre-1960s Country Time Highs.
Brewing is an ancient and revered sacrament going way back. I truly suspect that brewing is in fact the "Oldest Profession". Legend has it that in 16th century England and the Colonies, even the Puritans insisted that "Goodwife Prudence" should be an adept brew mistress before being considered as marriageable. That's a lot for a 14 year old girl to add to her already burdened homemaking resume. Even children drank beer, because the dangerous water micro-organisms had been boiled and fermented out of it. 'Small beer', it was called.
Well, we aren't making kid-stuff here. This is "Knock You On Your Ass & Fall Off the Porch" IPA. Suggested menu items would be slabs of roast beef, trenchers of mashed potatoes with gravy, horseradish sauce and slices of thick brown bread, grilled mushrooms and onions, some great tart chutney, and parsnips or something Pilgrimmy like that. For the more shamanic among us, to trip between the worlds as it were, salad rolls and cold Vietnamese noodle dishes would be nice and light. To speed your journey. To the Sky Realms.
The Egyptians paid their work crews in big jugs of soggy slushy chewy barley beer. Look at their little pointy thingys in the desert. Not so bad. And at higher elevations, with no grain crop, they even ferment yak or mare's milk. I think brewing predates prostitution by a long shot.
Personally, I've known dozens of people who may as well have had "WILL WORK FOR BEER" tattooed on their foreheads, they were so unconcerned about any other reason for collecting a paycheck. And in the busy kitchen, it paid to be real friendly with the back-bartender.
So this afternoon, Peg & I are venturing to a Brewer's Emporium to collect some raw materials and soak in the Brew Wisdom floating in the air. I feel a peculiar awe to be a tiny grain in the Great Mash of Venerable Brew Tradition, that as well as needle arts, growing things, cave painting, storytelling, and animal tending, I can participate in another truly ancient and mystical, alchemical art. Making and getting plowed on hoppy barley beer. Better than that pesky Stone Temple Puta thing.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Great Gifts From Web and Tube!
While the sun is out, and splendid is the breeze, I am to be found outdoors, in the car with the windows rolled down and music turned up, on the porch, in the garden, harassing the neighbors.
Then the icy North Wind crashes my party, and I'm running inside for a sweater, or if the sun disappears, I just stay in. Stuff to do, and all that. There's the writing, dishes, napping, and the usual work-pursuing, web surfing and tube watching. Before I chide myself for all this slacking, I need to just say that you can never predict where your inspiration will come from, or what freebie gifts you may uncover using these tools of the devil. Allow me to elaborate...
There's The Chair from the Requip commercial, restless leg syndrome drug. "The Chair" has thousands of people (like me) very stirred up and looking for a clue on how to get one of these. There are threads and blogs and a torrent of interest for a chair that does not exist. The drug company says the ad agency did a mock-up just for filming the commercial, and since all the interest has been on the chair and not on the drug, "The Chair" is being de-emphasized in the newer runnings of the Requip ads. There are millions of dollars to be made on manufacturing this chair, and so far, the demand in the marketplace is not being met by anyone. All that money not being made. As a former business woman, and whipped horse of the corporate 'delight and surprise' dog & pony show, this unmet market astounds me. Millions, I say. No one is biting.
Another television gem has been the Lexus ad featuring Nina Simone. I remember when she died a few years ago, and we played her CDs at work all the time when I was a music department manager. But the gift of this ad is that the CD this song is taken from has been out of print, a live from Paris album 1968, and now this interest from the commercial (Google it & see) is bringing this amazing artist to the attention of a wide sweep of listeners, young and not so, and I'm sure will resurrect this CD from the archives and make it at least downloadable somewhere. This is beautiful.
Back on the Web, I have been trying to find which roses are growing in our garden here, and the web has great resources to do this. Being in the City of Roses, it is a fun day to go to the Rose Garden, but I kind of get overwhelmed and would just rather enjoy the experience than do research. Our neighborhood yards have some really old rose specimens, and my neighbor thinks that some of the grafted stems have died off and the root stock is reasserting itself after 50-odd years of predictable blooming. If you drive past some yards along a street, there are common trendy types from years past, that makes me think that Fred Meyers had a sale in 1963 on coral lipstick pink teas, or they all shared divided clumps. I love a mystery.
Etsy. I wish I had thought of it. I have big plans now to max my tschochskies there. Sounds sleazy. The marketplace for all things hand made, and the only crocheted toilet top tissue box covers you would find would probably be a reference to what this website is NOT. This is the next threshold for the hipster DIY nouveau-geek or whimsical offbeat crafster. I am so there.
The History Channel had a two hour show Monday night called "Hippies", featuring many interviews, film footage, analysis by contemporaries, Peter Coyote and the Diggers, music, Vietnam, and the Man. Although it had its omissions and gloss-over-lightly areas, it was a great show and I'd recommend people of all ages to see it, younger viewers with their Boomer of choice to fill in some gaps. Fabulous way to spend two chilly evening hours.
While Google-ing some people I used to hang out with in Ann Arbor, I discovered that my old pal Misty Callies is super-famous!! There is a prime level hip restaurant in New York City called 'Prune'. The chef there is named Gabrielle Hamilton, a famous younger woman who has almost single-handedly revolutionized "great little eatery" standards in Manhattan. I'm sure Paris has been thrown out of there at least once. Anyways, Gabrielle wrote an article for Food & Wine magazine that goes on and on how my pal Misty was her mentor in the late 90s in Ann Arbor, working at Misty's restaurant on State Street called Zanzibar. Misty and her brother Todd run it, but Misty is the visionary and driving force (as she always was 20 years ago) and taught the future Prune owner a new, non-NY way of creating a restaurant. I was so thrilled, and the story had a pic of Misty at work, and talked about her gruff communication style but genius of concept and attitude. Misty was my hero for many years back in the early 80s when I worked with her and her brother at various places in Ann Arbor, and it was so gratifying to see Misty getting some national press and praise. And the stories I could tell about parties at Misty's house...and I may some day with the names changed for the usual reasons.
Two more commercials, and I'm done...
The silly Comcast (how I hate thee) one with the tiger striped tattooed guy---"Sorry Roger, you tiger now!" Can't help it, I laugh every time.
The one with the Asian guy all done up in a Riverdance costume and headband, dancing his heart out in the middle of his living room, twirling, leaping, kicking, Irish pipes playing...then his wife and daughter walk through the door carrying shopping bags and just gawk---"Wow, you're home early" he says weakly. I can't remember what the product is, because I just laugh so hard, oh wait, it's a flooring company. Hardwood floors. Must be HGTV. It's tough to write funny ads, it so skews to the target audience, but everyone who sees it should get it.
I'm an amateur sociologist, it's my job.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Caught in the Time Travel Capsule
Whoa, Bill & Ted have nothing on me the last few days...
Everyone posting writing gigs wants content samples, can you imagine? The audacity!
And as everyone knows, who's worked a time & soul demanding job, sometimes you need to dust off the archives and go digging. For actual pieces to use, or portions to lift and update, or even brilliant ideas you had that could benefit from your more mature and present voice. Technology reference updating, pop culture excising, music and world events tweaking, all necessitating re-reading piles and sheafs of stuff. And I got sucked into the spinning time capsule all day yesterday and most of today. And I didn't get to the bottom of the trunk of paper, so the flip side of this is that I need to use the trunk for something else and make this archive labeled and accessible. Then later finish to the bottom. New coffee table trunk, move the archives to the office studio. And print out the discs of stuff from the last 8 years that aren't journals.
For not being a writer, I have amassed a serious amount of writing. It's not all journals. Some of it's even fairly good. Linsey, I need to borrow your labeling p-touch machine.
The weather forecast for this week had been sunny, clear and in the mid 70's, and I was thinking of the laptop on the porch in the afternoon, cold bevs, not much inside time this week. It hasn't happened, it's been in the 50s & 60s, gets sunny and warm for an hour or so late in the afternoon, so I've been able to work inside and also catch porch time late in the day. No need to crack the taskmaster's whip, I get it all done, it's just timing. Because it's been so long since I wrote for hours and hours, I'd forgotten how fast the days go by. I kinda like this. But hours and hours add up to days and days, another week has gone by, and when my neighbor asks me what exotic plans I've had on my sabbatical, I have to shrug and say, "none". It's true. And I'm okay with it, the sense of accomplishment is amazing and very underrated. In retail, you make a list at the beginning of your week, and if you get three things on it done, you feel successful. Needing to start new lists is intoxicating, it just makes me feel ready, for whatever is ahead. All those little gnats of tasks to do instead of your "work" are already done, and you're _______.
(writing, painting, mailing off, selling, producing, making calls, replying, etc.) Living. It's good.
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Labels: writer's life
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
What I did on my Spring Vacation
Because I know everyone wonders what I do all day...
This project has the delirious combination of drinking corked wine, intense focus, immersion in details, more bottle opening, getting contributions from corked wine drinking friends (no stinking boxed winos, please!) and lastly, a comfy floating chair to swill away in and be insulated from static shocks and ever being taken seriously as an artist or sober adult. I found this on the Martha website....ha! No, actually, this comes courtesy of the fiends of fabrication at MAKE magazine via the CRAFT blogsite. Instructions for the wrap-around sectional are sure to follow...
Speaking as a spanking new craigslist entrepreneur, those archival copies of ROCK magazine from the 70's should be flying out the door and netting me in the high two figures...although in Portland, you never know...could go higher. I told my landlady that the heirloom tomatoes should bring in serious bucks, since they sell at Trader Joe's for $4 & $5 dollars a lb. She gave me that blank stare, as in "What the F are you talking about? You're going to sell tomatoes?"
Well, we don't have the acreage for a tea plantation, so zapotec & brandywine heirlooms are it for this summer. Does that really sound strange? Stranger than getting a job? Really?
I just found out my neighbor is opening a yarn store. I'm completely boggled. This is going on right under my nose, and for all the hours I spent knitting in full view of every passersby all last summer in my front yard, no one even mentioned it to me. Last night another knitting neighbor and I were discussing Portland yarn stores, highs and lows, and a third piped up that knitting is really hot in Portland lately.
Right out of a sit-com, we two shot him an eye-roll withering look and tsk-sighed him into a quivering mass.
We both threatened to teach him knitting. It might work. Like a puppy, a guy knitter is a date magnet. And then I could blog about his escapades with sticks & string. Another genre fiction category sparked by my marketing genius mind, metropolysexual knitter hipster vampire centaurs in Stumptown brokering business and marriages, crime solving and tentacle-ripping, time shifting and swatch gauging, hyphen hyperventilating, hard loving baby-making mistresses of sultanic mayhem millionaires, and all centered around the Central Centaur Community in South East. Yep, they're here somewheres. Lest I be considered a snob, Portland is the place where it all can happen and I'm sure it does, so someone needs to write about it. See you on the shelf at B&N.
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Labels: craft, gardens, knitting, Martha, SE, vampire centaurs
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
No, I don't have needy friends (sorry)
I have splendid friends, diverse and supportive people, I guess I had my blog on real hard. (that sounds risque) Anyway...
Do you know what my great friend Laura told me to do today?
She told me to go outside by 10 am, walk around the neighborhood with that second cup of coffee, then start bringing out things from the basement that need to have the cement dust hosed off and left to dry on the lawn all day in the warm breezy sun. Then I snapped some pics for selling things on craigslist, and then I washed, waxed, and detailed my car in the shade, and got the Mother's Day card mailed.
I am still a productive and contributing member of society.
By this time my back was done, and for old times sake I read the NY Times Book Review on the porch swing, and made the French Bulldog bark, laughing at Dave Barry's review of "Send", a primer of email etiquette. These are times I miss calling Linsey at the store and telling her some hot titles to order on my day off. (sigh) So I called her anyway, woke her up from her nap, and she generously chatted with me about her new temp job and all her wild escapades.
We made plans to drink. We bitched about Harry Potter stupidity. We talked some old shop.
She's already surged ahead to the next stage, and there's nothing like a new job and new co-workers and supervisors to make that a daily reality. Or a new season. Winter is history.
I seem to be hovering, and it's a curious feeling. Below me are acres and patches of lives I could choose to live that would depend on new source of income generated, people contacted, places visited. So far this choice hasn't been made, and I am some kind of one-celled organism right now. There are days I feel I'm surging ahead myself, breakthroughs tripping over revelations, long distances covered without one footfall in the material world. Losing my job really stirred up the muck, and allowing sediment to fall and the water to clear makes me hold my breath, how long will this take? Will it ever be clear enough to decide?
Sitting meditation is gentle, easy, low impact. I do it almost everyday. Then there's the observation and mindfulness meditation, the wash & wear, no ironing needed kind, that you get used to doing. No biggie. Pay attention. Okay, got it. The kind I forget about is the vigorous action meditation, when your body is the mind and your critical voice takes a long-overdue break. An entire afternoon can go by, and you've gone light years in your processes, but the chronos hands never moved. Working it out by working it through a task.
The advice my friend gave me this morning was to step out of the brain car and walk for a while, do some necessary tasks that need doing, completing something would be good for me, and network some more with people I know. I've only found one job I've ever had in a classified ad.
Everything else came about by being out there, poking around, talking to people and friends of friends, following up hunches, and being adventurous. I'm closer today than I was yesterday, plus I got a lotta stuff done in the breezy sunshine.
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Monday, May 7, 2007
Life Coach 101
Maybe I have needy friends. Maybe I pontificate way too much. Perhaps my vision is 20-20 when I'm butting in on what isn't my business. Or, frankly, I've been a boss a long time too long and I just am used to telling people what to do. And expecting them to do it.
Two different friends today told me I should be a Life Coach. Was this in the paper this morning, a "Living" section article on this topic? And...I didn't initiate either of these calls. They called me. Two separate hours spent on the most beautiful day of 2007 so far, pointing out strengths, offering alternative ways of looking at things, stating the obvious elephant location, brainstorming, firing up, listening, re-framing and redefining...then I spent 3 hours spinning my wheels on craigslist looking for a job. I even finally scanned the retail category, out of open-mindedness and not wanting to miss the perfect yarn store manager's job. My windows were opened wide, my neighbors were out working in their garden, the sun was feeding my tomato starts, and I'm inside flogging Craig for work. Because these two friends marvelled so at my happy demeanor to such an extent that they almost sounded concerned, that I wasn't worried about job-hunting.
Should I be? Is this my elephant? Should I not be happy? I'm a bit confused.
Finding a free on-demand movie I've never seen with Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee is enough to make me happy. Walking into the Cup & Saucer and getting a booth makes me happy. I'm pretty easy that way. Having the time to write out a long multi-layered dream over coffee in the morning is true happiness. Perhaps I need a Life Coach. What elephant?
Craigslist has dozens of jobs that sound too much like the job I was relieved to be relieved of.
Out-of-box thinking has me looking at every sub-heading, just to be fair to the process, when even I know it is wasting a lot of time, I'm not a machinist. But look at the starting wage...
So I did this little game today, once I shut down the computer and went outside to pick more weeds, chat with neighbors, and breathe fresh, sun-charged breezes. If I was calling my friend Laura, to bounce ideas off her unemployed, coffee-nated head, what would she tell me?
Well, first, would she answer the phone? (Yes! Now she knows it's ME!)
She'd listen, to see if I was still stuck in the same exact place, or have I moved a smidge or a lot since the last time? How do I sound? Open to suggestions, or needing to vent and rant? Is this about working, or about finding meaning to my life from this point? Should we discuss money?
Any clear insights in the last week or so? Any shifts in priorities lately, like hours desired, days desired, prefered locations, bus or car, any whims to explore? How long before I absolutely have to have income? Am I enjoying my time off?
(She sounds like a great Life Coach. Wow, who knew?)
.......to be continued.........
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Labels: life coach, work
Friday, May 4, 2007
And I thought I was such a needle-pro
I found out today about the Mt. Tabor Art Walk on May 19-20, Saturday and Sunday. It's free, and takes you and your art-loving pals on a great tour of one of the finest nooks of this part of Southeast, and there's more info at Mt. Tabor Art Walk. I picked up a brochure at the new art supply store here on Hawthorne called Muse Art and Design and I'm so glad I can walk to such a well-stocked shop and get lost there. When on the way to Portland Pet Supply for Science Diet for the boys, I get to feed my art freak, too. The shop has lots of art-toys as well as the serious materials, in all price ranges, as well as art supplies for the kiddles and beginners. I needed a table easel, the metal tripod one got lost in one of the moves. Now I have absolutely no excuse to not paint. 'Cause the 'no easel' one was working for me for a while.
There was a great lead on a writing job, "edgy" and "be a personality for us" and "RAW" were repeated a few times...I'm sure that was a whiff of testosterone I caught there...5 to 10 cents a word, oh yeah, "GONZO" was in there many times. I love this whole idea, and am happy Jolie sent it to me, but somehow I only want to do this if it's aimed at women, or at least a broader spectrum of the population than the younger segment of the extreme sports cult. Am I prejudiced? Generalizing? Age-ist? Gyno-centric? Should I be so picky, nookin' per a yob n' all? I mean to ask one of my many celebrity friends who wrote their way to the top while I was slinging a nametag and cashiering, oh the humanity. There was a great conversation I had with a former employee about the difference between just doing your own thing and someone happens to notice and you hit big, OR, you do whatever you think will make you break through the pack, and then do your own thing to greater compensation and glory. Yes, it was Jeff, and it was probably between coats of wite-out on the dashboard geisha's face, but we really knocked this point around a while. We finally came to the conclusion that you should just do your own thing, but sleep with people who will promote you before you break up with them. I really liked that guy. "Yer young, ya got yer health," I'd say to him, "emulate if you must, to learn some technical parameters, but at some point you have to strike out and do your own twisted vision," and he'd snort and say, "Yeah, and wind up living back in the House of Gothic Lesbians again and asking you for my old job back," and that actually did happen. I miss him sometimes.
Trying on yet another template style...if anything looks too weird, please let me know. I had a request that the font size was small for a colored background, so...I love the color block styles, but as in the DK books that became the Google style, the more white space, the easier it is to read. And the pictures have more zing. Ding-a-ding ding.
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Labels: craft, House of Gothic Lesbians, Jeff, writer's life
Thursday, May 3, 2007
SE updates
Well, we have to talk about Portland Nursery...
First of all, it's too beautiful for all of the pushiness of lattes in one hand and pulling a cart haphazardly across people's feet in the other. Browser hours need to be early, because when it's busy you have to know exactly what you want, what the Latin name is, where it's placed, where the tomato carts have been rolled to, or you will be gridlocked in rows of carts and coffee sipping oblivious shoppers pulling the staffer assisting them into tiny pieces. Sorry, it had to be said.
My neighbor Steven says we need to cut out over there on a Wednesday afternoon sometime and actually come home with everything we went there for. Cool, coffee's on me.
Another early morning hot item I want to enjoy is the cupping at the SE Belmont Stumptown Annex, where I discovered the amazing variety available, only because the main cafe was packed.
The buzz there is great, and tables are taken early by laptoppers, which is cool with me, I just wish they might share a 4-top, two singles sharing a 4-top, way Euro and better use of resources. Or, let's pop it overhead and do a loft space, even better. I love it there, and we all want to be there at once, not a bad problem for a business to have...
Hot new sk8r place on SE Washington just west of 82nd called "The Office", where a sleepy relic of the 70s used to be, Liberty Natural Products. That stretch of Montavilla is getting very Belmont, now that the theater is restored to showing current 2nd run movies. There is the anchor Lebanese restaurant, and some wi-fi cafes, a paper store, thrifts, and a farmers market.
A few weeks ago I spent over an hour in the Antique Emporium, with the familiar booths of individual merchants and one cashier station, but there's a great variety of antiques, mid-century, reproductions, sleazy kitsch, cutsey kitsch, scruffy furniture, shabby chic, and garage ephemera.
The Hawthorne Beautification plods on, with traffic even worse now with the added lights and one lane merging. Who's idea was this? Someone who lives in SW, obviously. The impact on small businesses here is severe, and everyone has "No Meters on Hawthorne" signs in their store windows. The Bagdad sidewalk side remodel looks great, but this seems to all be going on way too long. I want to have the usual Hawthorne stroll back soon, Spring is here already.
There's nothing like having out of town guests to make you see your town like a tourist, and remind you (me) how great it is living here everyday. The lilacs have lasted a month. Frost is a memory. The roses are almost here. The wisterias are to the gods. I can put on a wool sweater and sit outside with a hot bev in the morning, then by 4 have shorts on and sit on the sunporch with a cold beer. With lots of industrious activity in between, job-hunting, housework, weeding.
You know...
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Back with a gentle vengance
I won't go into why, it had to do with Mom-ageddon, pre- & post-, and then the gardening...
Enough with the excuses...
May is my favorite month of the year, and I intend to spend as much of it outdoors as possible. In spite of the two waves of hail we got this afternoon, as well as thunder & lightning, I ran out to see how the tomato starters did, and all was well. Right now it's raining and a beautiful sunny sunset is starting over the West Hills and the last of the hail is melting in a slush pile on top of the scooter tarp out back. Is Spring great or what?
Before anyone thinks I'm going all too Martha these days, I just finished reading "The Intention Experiment" today, uniting quantum physics with laws of attraction, and bioelectromagnetic fields and an awful lot of studies and research in labs all over the US & Europe. It takes off where the author's previous book "The Field" leaves off, and ties in with more science than Abraham likes to get tied up with, but interests me somewhat. I enjoy some science with my spirit, to keep the whole universe as large and limitless as possible. Like my earning potential...
That's funny in itself. Everyone is now ready for me to get back to work. I've tried not to be annoying, or bloatedly gloating, or hanging around too much in any one place too often, but the question has now shifted from "Wow, just relax and take your time," to, "So-uh, what the hell do you do all day?" I have started making notes on Craigslist, Monster, PDX classifieds, and starting the third resume version. I chat up acquaintances for leads, I'm checking into school or at least a summer class, and asking every person I know who works at home how they arranged this situation for themselves. My cell phone arrives tomorrow from UPS. I'm now ready to call "Common Grounds" my home office, 'specially since they started serving Voodoo Donuts. Hoo-wah!
I pored over Danny Gregory's two books, "Everyday Matters" and "The Creative License" on how the dogged NYC adman became a self-taught professional artist and author. I bugged Linsey about her friends who have cool jobs, does she know of anymore cool gigs going on?
I did not buy a new laptop with my severance money.
There was that almost imperceptible burst of realization about a month ago that I had stepped off the career ladder climb. There's writing and painting and projects to do, people to stay close to, trips to make, my body to be kinder to, friends to keep, and the job title just isn't as important as it was. There may be romance to be had, ee-gads!! It feels good to be here, and the steps forward from this place are exciting, it's going to be good.
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Labels: books, Danny Gregory, Martha, Mom-ageddon, work