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Everyone Knows It’s Windy

That was one of my favorite songs when I was little.

Whose trippin down the streets of the city

Smilin’ at everybody she sees.

Whose reaching out to capture a moment?

Everyone knows it’s Windy

My feelings about wind have changed.

I prepped for the Long Beach Patchwork Show and I was ready in time! (me being ready in time and not panicking is, by the way, a confirmed sign on the Apocalypse.  You should all begin packing and hoarding appropriately).

Everything fit in the Fit!

I arrived on time!  I didn’t get lost! I only got a little lost! – I unpacked at my leisure and I was pretty pleased with the booth lay out (me being pleased with something is, of course, another sign of the Apocalypse….you really should be packing).

I had trays

And Magnets

Blocks and Coasters

And my coaster Tower (of terror) was on the outside of the tent for maximum exposure!

The crowds began to arrive.

And then the wind arrived.

OK, you can’t see it in this picture but, trust me, it’s there….lurking.

Not just light ocean breezes but something out of Twister!

My day went from being a charming host to the kind folks visiting my space to being a slightly “cranky guy in the corner” holding the booth on ground.

In truth the customers were great and sales were steady and satisfying.  And I’m happy to report that, thanks to advance warning, I was prepared for wind and, despite it’s best attempts, it didn’t manage to send anything I had flying.

And now, I’m busy packing for my trip to Ohio for my dad’s 90th birthday celebration.

OH! and my sister informs me there is an ICE CREAM FESTIVAL this weekend!!!!!!  A festival!!!! of Ice Cream!!!!!  I love Ohio (but I hate wind).

 

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About cheltenhamroad

I’ve been surrounded by amazingly creative people my whole life. My mom can, and does, make anything. The family has on occasion speculated that she just whipped up my dad one day when she discovered some left over fabric and stuffing. My three sisters have mad skills ranging from needlework to cooking to out and out ART. My father’s desk when I was growing up had a model train set going around it, oh, and he made that desk-from scratch. I’m the youngest and, as you can imagine, it’s a hard series of acts to follow. Truth be told, I’ve spent many, many years suppressing the creative instincts I learned at home. But I realized (rather late in life) that few things bring me more joy than making and creating. For the longest time when I went to stores I didn’t think, “I want that” I thought, “I can make that.” And, with a deep breath and a leap, I’ve started on a very new, kinda scary path. I’ve given up my steady, dependable (dull!) corporate life to spend my days happily humming away in my garage designing, creating, painting, decoupaging and sawing and, since this blog will be an honest take on things, there is also a fair amount of tripping, spilling and swearing. Through this blog I hope to share with you the struggles and (hopefully) triumphs of a very non-businessy business person. I also hope to make this blog a resource for people who like to work with their hands and who are, like me, always looking at things and thinking “I could make that!” I’ve lived many places since I left Cheltenham Road; I currently live in Los Angeles California. So, with this preamble- Welcome to Cheltenham Road! Please come on over and make yourself comfortable – the place is always open.

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  1. Wind and tents do not go together. At one of my shows my tent started lifting and tipping towards the booth beside me which happened to be filled with 3,562 GLASS jars of jam. I grabbed it and hung on, hoping not to turn into a “cranky” version of the Flying Nun.

    Enjoy your trip to Ohio!

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