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It’s getting mighty frosty here in Iowa, as it is I’m sure in other places too! Last night I found myself singing “Anatevka” from Fiddler on the Roof as I took my dog Teddy out for one more break before going to bed. I looked the part, all bundled up with my trusty scarf wrapped ’round my head. Not unlike today’s gallery image (to the right, above).
We went to Spencer’s Pumpkin Palooza at the correct time and date yesterday and it was as GLORIOUS as hoped for! More so! An excellent time was had by all. I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR. I can finally reveal my TRUE self. >>>>>
I don’t know WHY people always get Julie and I confused. Just because we’re both blonde! And have the same pointy chins! And always wear black!
<<<<< There’s the young man himself – SPENCER – behind my sister Julie and my brother-in-law Scott. Spencer was so helpful and industrious.
A-HAH! See? When you go on the right day, there are others in the patch! There were still more riding the horse drawn carriage, and having their faces painted, and eating chili and perusing the bake sale…FALL. Is it no wonder that it’s my favorite? Next to WINTER.
As for the “history” referred to in the title, I confess to you that it is hard putting myself out there. It’s easy enough to risk failure when no one you know is looking, but difficult to purposely go out and invite friends (and I hope we are) to watch you. In this venture of writing this book and all that it entails, my job is to Put Myself Out There. Up to and including when I list my worked upon dolls on ebay. And while I am at times “out there” (or so I’m told), I’m not naturally inclined to be Out There/out there. Know what I mean? Of course you do.
Included with each doll that I send out into the world will be this lovely certificate put together by my brother, Dennis. On it, I would write down the name of the doll, the number, and the date.
As always, he did a GREAT job.
Well, I listed my first doll. And I didn’t say a thing. Remember Poor Edith? She was snatched away in less than two hours! You can see her listing here.
It was a much needed boost to my confidence. I want you to know, I don’t expect all my girls to leave me so quickly. I also want you to know that this is a labor of love, I always experience a pang when I send them away. I also experience a pang when no one out there falls in love with them as I have!
Regardless, Lost Doll No. 1 has left the hideaway.
I’ll be listing Lost Doll No. 2 soon, I just want to add some beading to her cloak. Like Edith, she’s not my usual composition-type doll, she’s a Civil War era china head. Yes, I am slow, and yes, I will sometimes fail RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, but my heart is always in my work.
And THAT is the important thing.
Happy Columbus Day!
You may not know it to look at me, but I am not always quick on the uptake! Or, DETAILS.
Yesterday, at my behest, I and my area family members planned our Sunday around attending Spencer’s Grand “Pumpkin Palooza” at 3 o’clock at the nearby Trenary farm. My own dear friend Jennifer Trenary’s grown-like-a-weed enterprising son’s enterprise!
Chores and errands in the morning, a little dusting, a little nap taking, and behold! We were READY.
My sister Julie and Scott and Scott’s daughter and her husband, along with their VERY excited six-year-old piled into a car to meet me there (I was going on foot).
What fun we were going to have! What memories were Rolfe’s newest inhabitants going to create at their very first fall event since moving here to Rolfe. Rolfe Rodeo was going to be serving hot soup and there was going to be crafts and other goodies. And, of course…PUMPKINS! Ooh, hope they could find a parking space. At least THAT wasn’t something I’d have to worry about!
Julie and her gang got there first, and…
WHERE IS EVERYBODY?!
Now, see? THIS is why I should never be in charge. The glorious and much-anticipated “Pumpkin Palooza” is actually on October 13th! And it’s not even at 3:00, it’s from 11:00 to 3:00. Somehow I got my vines crossed…
A good laugh was had by most*. And we created a Pumpkin Memory. THAT is the important thing. Two weeks to go…
*Julie would like for me to point out that SHE was NOT the grumpy one.