Monday, September 29, 2014

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Holiday madness. Craft show madness. Together.

In case you're making holiday shopping plans, please note that BananaSaurus Rex will be at SF Bazaar, at Fort Mason in San Francisco, on December 13 and 14 from 11AM to 6PM.

And? At the KPFA Crafts Fair, at the Craneway Pavilion in Richmond, California, on December 20 and 21 from 10AM to 5PM.
Proving only, that if you build it for WW2, someone will someday hold a craft show in it.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

On the farm.

What you can't see in this picture is that it's raining! Raining! Not a measure-able amount - maybe a teaspoon? But, we were giddy. What you can see is my new farmer boots, and what used to be my lawn.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Friday, September 19, 2014

Friday, I'm in love....

Highland Punk from Need Supply Co. Of course, it's still ninety degrees here everyday, and by the time I'm ready for a wool sweater, the shops are full of "cruise wear" whatever that is.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Etsy love!

Look, how pretty! And there's my ABLE Tote/Backpack!
Pretty pretty....

Monday, September 15, 2014

Around here....

Around here, we've made a huge sticky mess. We've also had a chest x-ray, a busted air conditioner, and Fresca Margaritas.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Lavender Tomato Pincushions - restocked!

Goodness - Tomato Pincushions stuffed full of crushed walnut shell and organic lavender - so they smell as lovely as they look! They're solid and heavy and topped with a vintage button. Almost impossibly good! And? Large and small - they're all stocked up in the shop!

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Thinking about: growing up.

I celebrated my forty-fifth birthday last week with a gentle four-mile run, coffee with the middle school principal, the acquisition of some South African slang, and ouzo shots with the waiter. On my thirty-fifth birthday, I was pregnant with my second child. My boyfriend forgot my twenty-fifth. I don't even remember my fifteenth.
So, what changes over the years? Nothing. Well, Everything - of course. I'm married, I have two sons, I'm a homeowner.
But that's not what I'm talking about.
If you'd met me in my twenties, you would probably have described me as insecure and mercurial. If you met me now, you probably wouldn't but that's only because I'm better at hiding it. (Meaning that I have fewer pairs of Dr. Martens and more interpersonal skills.) Some things never change. My hair and my room are still a mess. I'm still recklessly enthusiastic. I'm still a sympathetic audience. A poor driver. A worse speller. I will never understand table runners. That's what I'm talking about. The immutable me-ness. The stuff that doesn't change.
And I think I would like a new pair of Docs.