I made my first sale at a local vintage themed market. I had piggybacked on a friend’s stall, and was too scared to ask how it went in case it was a total flop (I didn’t go with them). But someone DID buy one.
Only one, but it was a sale. Part of their payment was in Canadian currency…
But it was a sale!
Quitting my day job – 1, Continuing to work for the man – 0
– Jump up on patio furniture
– Balance on patio furniture to escape the yard
– Jump up on the dining room table
– Digest chocolate (see above)
Things he has eaten, or tried to eat:
– A chair
– Fun size chocolate bars
– Shampoo samples
He is obviously bored, so he has gotten trips to the dog beach and extra time at the dog park.
I’ve been reading about the train the trainer courses at work… I think he could run them.
A trainer / dog in a tie and glasses. Adorable. I’d be in.
Also – learning about Instagram filters, amazing ! This shot is really in a nasty back alley next to a dumpster.
Several lemons, hopefully !
Also, Friday’s thought … Stretch pants.
While it may seem like the only excitement worth mentioning revolves around our dog doing things, this is not the case. I worked most of last week to get together enough grade A Emu’s to a craft fair up in Brisbane. This was also not something I organised myself, and essentially piggybacked on a friend’s sisters loose offer to put my brooches in with their (amazing) stuff. I’m not really sure of the tactic of surprising people with 12 pieces of original “artwork” to sell, is really going to make me popular on this handi-craft scene, but it’s a learning process.
I also finally got around to creating an Etsy site – taking as many “natural light photos” on my lunch break at work, with my camera phone. I really love my Nexus phone. I’m sorry Travis for kicking up a fuss over your refusal to provide me with Apple products for my birthday. Anyway, for the starting (by no means final product) see kathandtrav on Etsy for more !
Travis also bought a record player on discount. We have no records. No one I know has any records (except the friends mentioned above, and really, I’m not going to bother them with favours for awhile). I had just left him at the mall for 2.5 hours while I had gotten my hair done. I was not about to tell him he couldn’t have a discounted record player. We also learnt that there are no records for sale on Gumtree (the craigslist equivalent). We are now listening to the radio built into the record player. Will we ever listen to vinyl? The jury is out.
Most importantly this weekend – Arkie ate a cane toad and tripped out. He was panting and running around in circles and acting …well.. like he was high. We called the vet to make sure he wasn’t going to die (while he was hiding under our bed eating cardboard). The vet advised us to check his gums for slime, and then wash his mouth out. How? We asked. By taking a cool cloth and wiping the inside of his mouth. We were fortunate that either the toxins in his blood stream or his overall good nature stopped him from biting anybody. It also did the trick and he eventually went to sleep and stopped circling the house. We actually didn’t know that he had eaten a cane toad, or that this is what would happen to him if he ate a cane toad – the vet we called was the one among us that knew right away what was going on. Also how to clean out a dogs mouth after he has ingested a toxic, psychotropic amphibian.
More love for Australia.
Fact – before I got a dog, I “rescued” a half dead skink from our side walk. He lived in a Pyrex glass dish for a week and eventually I bought a terrarium (and some crickets for him to eat). It’s illegal to keep wild skinks in Australia so I didn’t tell the pet shop guy about my damaged skink. It was actually probably more so that I didn’t want him to think I was a weirdo.. Which happened a lot my first 6 months or so. Anyway, the skink was eventually released to be eaten by a bird or equivalent, and we got a dog… How far we have come, I left this guy to his own devices on our gate. Even though it looks like his spinal cord is hanging out. As the Aussies would say … he ll be right.
The dog beach at Tallebudgera.. What a gem !