Tuesday, October 27, 2009

More Things My Husband Says 2

Eric usually wears contact lenses, but first thing in the morning and last thing at night, he wears his glasses. Eric has had the same pair of glasses since the 8th grade. Not just the same thin, wire tortoise-shell frames with dull gold accents but the same lenses too. And no, he's not blessed with the eyesight of an 8th grader. He has become more myopic, but he still wears these glasses so that even with them on he can barely see five feet in front of his face. His eyewear situation is not helped by the fact that he hasn't cleaned those glasses since the 8th grade.

At some point the left arm of his frames fell off and he lost the pin. In a rare MacGyver moment, he repaired them with a straight pin. He clipped the pointy tip off and curled it up so that it would stay in place, but needless to say, it is still pokey and threatening. When I lean over to kiss him in the morning, there's always the risk that, in some Twilight Zone version of The Gift of the Magi, I will suffer permanent ocular injury inflicted by my husband's 8th grade glasses.

The other morning, we were lying around in bed enjoying the fact that we didn't have anywhere to be and don't (yet) have a child/ baby demanding our weekend morning attention. Eric was, of course, wearing his 8th grade glasses and staring at me lovingly.

"Do you think the baby will have your mouth and nose?" he asked.

"I don't know. Why?" I was setting him up for a gracious compliment about the beauty and fullness of my lips and the aquiline slope of my nose. No such comment was forthcoming.

In fact, the conversation from there spiraled into unloving comments about the attributes we wish our baby would inherent from ourselves -- thereby pointing out the other person's shortcomings.

"I hope the baby has my eyelashes," Eric commented before noting how difficult life would be for the baby if it had my short, sparse eyelashes.

"I hope the baby has my personality," I retorted.

"I hope the baby has my SMARTS!" Eric followed his come-back with an "Ooooooo!" to increase its potency.

"I hope the baby has my non-prematurely grey hair."

This, of course, lead to a discussion about what I would think if Eric came home one day and he had dyed his hair entirely black using "Just For Men" to cover up the grey around his temples, which he knows that I find debonair.

There was a silence as we both sat there thinking about "Just For Men" and other artifacts of our 1980's upbringing.

And, finally, Eric:

"I hope the baby has my 8th grade glasses."

Friday, October 23, 2009

Lars and Addie This Fall

Just completed an order to stock a brand new Minneapolis shop with fabric bowls. Shoppe Local is the brainchild of the owners of Patina and features exclusively local Minnesota artists. The new store is located at the intersection of 50th St and Bryant Ave -- just a few doors down from the Patina location there.

Some of the bowls that are available only at Shoppe Local:

Eric asked if we could keep this one:

He sometimes asks "Why can't we keep any of the stuff you make?" Sometimes he asks while he's wearing the sweater I knitted him. He's kind of greedy.

My apologies for the sub-par photos; I was eager to get these sent off.

I'm hoping that my sewing machine, which started acting up last week, is in working order in time for my next craft fair so I can stock up on these one of a kind bowls in time. In the meantime, I working on other, non-sewing projects that are keeping my hands wrinkly with water and my kitchen smelling quite nice. More on that to come...!

Two weeks until my first show of the fall!

1st Annual Oakwood Bazaar
Friday, November 6th 3 pm - 8 pm
Saturday, November 7th 9 am - 5 pm

There will be food and live music. Shop handmade this holiday season!

1388 Point Douglas Road South, Saint Paul, MN 55119 (yes, I'm crossing the river!)
If you need more information, you can contact Cheri Brown at lovealwaysxox at gmail dot com.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

More Things My Husband Says

"I wonder if after you give birth, you'll suddenly feel lighter... like when you get your haircut in the summer. Yeah. That's probably what it's like. Giving birth is like getting your haircut. I've basically given birth."

Friday, October 9, 2009


I just received 40 bars of this delicious soap in the mail from LuSa Organics.

If you could smell and touch these, you'd be very jealous. But instead you'll just have to be very jealous of how luscious they look.

I received five scents (Tofani, Sweet Soul Sister, Lullaby, Gitchigumee, and Gaia's Garden) and wish I could just luxuriate in a warm bath enjoying these little gems. BUT I've got plans for them... and I've got to get working!