I read that creative people are almost always procrastinators, to a fault. True. I also read that it is because creative people are perfectionists (with a slice of OCD) and procrastinate in fear of not accomplishing something perfectly. Sort of false. That's not me. I just procrastinate....normally. Like, day to day. I'm trying to get better, but I'm procrastinating on that too.
I am going to warn you, if you don't read this blog, I assure you, you are not missing out on a damn thing. I don't have a magic recipe that shaves 10lbs off but I'm pretty sure there is a filter for that now. It's been a WHOLE YEAR since I put words together to form an acceptable ramble. A year!! And it was a really good year. I think the biggest and craziest thing I did was buy a short bus! I saw it, I bought it, BOOM...within 48 hours this puppy was all mine! I had this vision of a mobile boutique, so that's what I did. It was such a cool experience, maddening at times, yet fun. I was so excited to show my daughter that anything is possible, if you put your mind to it! And, definitely fun to drive too! And let's be honest, if you're going to drive a faded, vintage 1983 GMC short bus, you better own that shit. I'm talking windows down, ray-bans, gangster lean and some old school Tupac. Cha Know? Sadly, I said goodbye to my ol' skoolie 'Loretta' earlier this year. Welp. She needed a new home where she could be given attention on the daily and I was neglecting her, as she sat all alone in my driveway. Bye, Loretta! It was real.
So many more followers on Facebook and Insta as of late. Uber exciting and HI to all of you! I'm trying to get better at posting more of my face piece in an attempt to build affinity with each of you. The thing is, selfie's are so not my thing. I've gotten better. And now Insta says I should post stories and highlights and I'm like, emeragerd! The reality is that I LOVE, love, looooove how Spoon Me has evolved. I celebrated 2 years in 2018. I love that my creations are in your homes and that I have made memories for you. Pretty damn cool and very rewarding for me as well with the exception of never being able to maintain a manicure.
Now who's ready for Summer? The birds are chirping, my hostas should be on an episode of girls gone wild and I'm aggressively pinning bbq and sangria recipes to my Pinterest board. Not to mention I've already started geekin' it up in may garden, which is in full swing! I'm one of those wanna-be hippies that makes my own newspaper pots and starts seeds under shop lights in my basement. Uber nerd. BUT, I will say, in a society that is intoxicated with tablets, touchscreens and Alexa taking over the world, it is refreshing to know that my daughter will be capable of growing a tomato from seed. Maybe. Hopefully she doesn't ask Alexa to grow her one. That would be a Mom fail.
All in all, 2018 has had a solid run thus; celebrations, milestones, speed bumps and impromptu trips! Check it.....I knocked Angels Landing at Zion National Park off the ol' bucket list. On my actual birthday I might add! Then I was in bed by 9:30pm the same night because my awesome meter had reached it's limit for the day. Good sibling QT time. That's my Airforce bro. Super heart emoji proud of him. And I like to point out that he's the older one.
Then came my daughters birthday, my birthday, some cool collabs with fellow IG makers and much more! The
Finally, I commend you if you made this far. You DESERVE a treat! So, surf the Etsy shop for some fun eye candy! And seriously, thank you for being a fan of my work. On days where the heart and mind are not 100%, your words inspire me.
I bow to you. Yes you, February. You are the mac to my cheese, the peanut butter to my jelly, the lime to my corona. Weiirdo. My 3rd person rant to February sounded better in my head. Nonetheless, February was AMAZEBALLS. Or as Olaf says, "All good things, all good things".
New Yoooooork. <insert Life of Pets theme song> Stop singing. Focus.
The minute we exited the Lincoln Tunnel, she squealed. I haven't been since my early 20's (which we all know was not too long ago), but to see it through her eyes, priceless. One of my bestest from middle school lives there. I usually reference her as my 20+ years bestest but she hates that. Something about giving away our age (BTW, remind me to tell you a story about our trip to Dominican Republic a few years back!). Dammit, I did it again. We did it all; Rockefeller, American Girl, Dylans, Hudson River, Madison Square, etc. And it should be noted that her apartment view is just stupid. Awful, terrible. I hated sitting on her oversized balcony, enjoying my bloody mary. See, here's Ella. She clearly didn't like the view either.
So, then we celebrated Ella's birthday, my 24th birthday, Valentines Day. Oh, her Elf on the Shelf returned from the North Pole, in her birthday costume. Sweeeet! (said no one ever) I could have done without this part, partially because she 'forgot' to return to the North Pole the day after her birthday. $!*#$ We shall not point fingers at the gift giver of the 'birthday Elf on the Shelf'. From now on, I will enable vetting on all gifts. Kidding, kidding. No, but, really.
Then guess what happened? I was featured over at Ellison Lane as one of her 'featured' makers. Holla! Jennifer and I met on Instagram last year, did a maker swap and became friends. Take a read "Super Cute Cuffs! Meet the makers, Spoon Me Maryland" Also, you should buy one of her pouches, or 5.
Then guess what ELSE happened? My OLDER brother flew in from Vegas for a long weekend! Man, I love that kid. He's fun. And super funny. And a super duper Dad. And he serves our country. At ease, ladies. He's married to my equally super duper SIL. It was all fun and games until one of his Airforce buddies suggested I was the 'OLDER' one. I guess those wrinkle blurring filters don't apply face to face. "Alexa, give me the number to a local med spa". Yea man, I bought the Amazon Echo as a 'happy birthday to meeeee' gift. Ermahgerd, she's now family. Right, Alexa? "That's sweet of you to say." I realize how all of this sounds.
I should also note, that I made my brother take a shot of ACV (apple cider vinegar w/ the MOTHA) with me one morning. You know, the real hard stuff with all the sediments floating in it? He will have a story to tell for years because of that experience.
Side note: Have any of you watched 'Stranger Things'? The supernatural Netflix series? I was forced to binge it during my bro's stay. Probably payback for the ACV. Set in the 80's, with 80's clothes and 80's songs, missing children, a girl named 'four, blood, darkness, suspense, supernatural beings. Gah! I hate that I liked it so much and love that it is coming back for a 2nd season. It almost reminds me of a supernatural 'Goonies". Love the series but why are these kids always walking through the woods in the pitch black with flashlights? No. The answer is always no. Go home.
So March, listen here, you have some big shoes to fill....
Why do I feel like I'm writing in my diary and doing the opposite of blogging? And let's be honest, who's really reading my rambles? It's okay, "I ain't mad". If I had valuable content to share, I would be more excited about blogging. Not that I'm NOT excited, but.... See, this is already getting wordy. Anyways, it's important that I blog, according to my marketing guru lady friend. She works for a social media company (perk) and she's like..."You NEED to do this and don't forget this and don't forget to blog, collab, pin, IG, tweet, adjust SEO...." Gah! I think my brain shut off at 'tweet' because I'm not a tweeter. One day I will be cool enough to figure it out. Until then, you can find me here (rambling) or on Facebook. I do fancy the Instagram community too! I've met some awesome maker friends there who are amazing activist for #womansupportingwoman. Pinterest is like, duh? Look at my pins. You will think I'm one hungry, DIY crafting girl who needs inspirational words and sarcasm to carry on with my days. That's only 90.67% true. Also, I should warn you. I have a board solely dedicated to zucchini. My garden (which isn't crazy huge) produces a ton of zucchini each year and I can't use or give it away fast enough. Oh, and does anyone have a killer shepherds pie recipe? I'm talkin' old school Grandma-style recipe. No shortcuts. Except the dough. I'll box pie crust that without judgement, thank you very much.
I'm so glad we had this blogging talk!
On to more important things. Do you remember December's dumpster findings? The Weber grill? Weeelll, I scored another totally awesome piece. Before I say anymore, I'm holding my head high and would like to add the following disclosure: I don't drive around looking for dumpsters to snorkel through, okay? I don't. I have a 'big girl' job where I manage luxury apartments and you would just be surprised what people throw away. SRSLY. So, do I peruse through the big black enclosures where no one can see me once a week? Yea, I do. So, here it is. My January snorkel treasure. A custom motorcycle stool for my new workshop that is currently under construction. Bingo! I will tell you that this thing is comfy and adjustable in height; however, there is some serious core usage while sitting on it so no vino for me while working, unless I stand.
All in all, the start of the new year has been good to me. I'm bidding farewell to January and welcoming February with open arms. It's my favorite month. My favorite color. My birthday. My daughters birthday. A planned trip to NYC with my 6-year old who is going to FLIP OUT when we go to the American Girl store. Big stuff, people. Very excited. Oh, and I know what your thinking. What should I get Kim for her birthday? Just send me an email we'll hash it out.
By the way, my 2017 word is 'overcome'. I need to do a lot of that this coming year. It's a personal goal for me.
Until next month...
Friiiiidaaaay and Alaska cold for us Marylanders. Funny story. Well, not all that funny but, I phoned a friend (who wants to be a millionaire, baby!) and said "Damn, it's coooold! My car reads 19 degrees!" He replied, "that seems too warm?" Touche, my friend. And remember when I said I needed a workshop in my basement? Well, that hasn't happened because I'm not a carpenter. I need a carpenter. I thought about plugging something on Facebook like, "Hey, I need a handyman! Or, "Anyone know a handyman?". The problem with that is, when you're dealing with my entourage, those comments will not end up clean. Here lies the current polar vortex promblemo: I tried cutting knives last night in the garage and my lips froze so much that my speech was slow and I was over annunciating my words....as if I've had too much fa-la-la-la wine. It's a damn shame when your talking like you're half in the bag but you're really not. At all. So, the polar vortex has forced me to move everything indoors. The beagle is scared of the hammering, my daughter tries to tune me out by maxing the volume on her tablet and the house is a disaster. Ah, the memories. BTW, call before you drop in. I need to hide everything in the stove and microwave.
Who's finished all their Christmas shopping? A show of hands? I'm 80% done but I really don't have a crazy amount of people to buy for. This year, my gift giving is all about supporting handmade (obvi), except for my 5yr old. Of course she's trending the overpriced American Girl dolls. Get this....My Mom (mad thriftier) scored a 2008 American Girl for $3 at the Goodwill. I. KID. YOU. NOT. That's skill, people. I'm not that lucky but once upon a time, I did score free weber grill, charcoal. When I say scored, it was at the dumpster. Not in it. Beside it. I didn't go dumpster snorkeling. I would have....buuuut I didn't. That's important to note.
Before I leave you with yet another mindless and uninformative 'FRIDAY RAMBLE', let me share with you some holiday reminders.
1. BE KIND: This is the season for kindness, gratefulness and love. Those that are fortunate need to remember that the holiday's often times are hard for some people. Be kind, even during road rage. That's more of a reminder for me.
2. INDULGE: Forget the diet. Forget the rules. Indulge. Indulge in food, movies, laughter, booze and Gillmore girls.
3. REGIFTING IS OK: It is. We all do it. Just own up.
4. WATCH THE CLASSSICS: Or only watch National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. Up to you. "Clark, Aubrey is frozen from the waste down. That's part of the experience, honey."
That's all she wrote. Have a beautiful Christmas and an even happier New Year! Cheers to 2017!
aListen, as much as I like hearing that she thinks I'm famous, I do know she doesn't fully understand the true meaning of the word. But, my kid thinks I'm great and that's all I can ask for! Tell me that if you had this very same conversation with your 5-year old that it would completely make your day and initiate water wells? I love that she gets excited about what I do and wants to help. I love that she asks me "Wouldn't this be cool on a necklace?" if we're thrifting or at a yard sale. I always made things as a kid. Always. And it's important for me to expose her to the art of making and selling. She's not shy and I won't say too much but my Ella might have her own silverware line coming out soon <insert smirk emoji> Anyways, all this famous talk had me for a minute, a soft minute where anything she asked for I would have probably said yes to. Except for those Halloween blow up at night yard ornament things she's been asking for. The answer will always be no. I'm a horrible Mom, I know. For now, I'll let her think that I'm famous because one day (I hear), I'll be quite the opposite.
Back to this 'Stars In The Sky' quote I found on Pinterest. I just melted when I read it. I'm all about inspirational and motivational life quotes. It's the driving force behind Spoon Me. I've even dedicated a Pinterest board called Tell Me Something Inspirational. Close behind is the semi-inappropriate board that is well deserving of its name For Shits And Giggles. You know, pins like this. Because let's face it, life isn't always filled with rainbows, unicorns, puppies and James Franco. James Fraaaaaanco <3
So, follow me on Pinterest, so I can follow you and we can be friends. And then tell your friends, to get with my friends and we can be friends and we can do this every weekend. Did you just rap Biggie Smalls with me? I know you did. Don't lie.
It's Friddaaaaay! And of course I straightened my hair and it's raining outside. I know, there are real world problems out there aside from my hair. Like, the 2016 election! Boom. That's about as political as I get. A nasty one-liner. Anyways, I celebrate with emphasis today but for no reason in particular aside from one. I have the whole weekend off. The whole weekend, people! So, let my Friday ramble commence...now. Disclaimer: I am not a writer. I love short sentences which are most often grammatically incorrect. I am an artist, not a journalist.
Tomorrow I'm taking my Ella Bear to our local 'Harvest Hoedown'. Are you going? It's a great little event in Williamsport, MD that benefits the local area food bank; food, crafts, vendors, live music, create your own scarecrow (personally my fav) and probably more but that's all I can remember from two years ago. The scarecrow making is cute family fun and we all need that. Listen, for $5 ($5 dolla ya'll), you pick from a selection of thrifted shirts, jeans, ties, hats, belts, etc. and you find a cozy little spot amongst your community and literally build a scarecrow. Visualize bales and bales of hay (or maybe straw?) and you shove handfuls of hay/straw? into your life size clothes until they are full. Here's a picture from ours in 2013. Once you finish, you just awkwardly carry your life-sized scarecrow to the car, buckle him in, take him home and give him a name. Sammy was our 2013 name. This year Ella is teetering between Victor (huh?) and Scottie. I told her Scottie Scarecrow flows much better but she's 5, so there is zero reasoning.
More weekend fun starts on Sunday which is reserved for 'build a new workbench' day.' Any labor takers? I'm currently gutting my basement and have a surplus of 2x4's to repurpose. I need a workbench inside before winter hits. This isn't a wish list item. This has to happen. Last year I was stamping away, filling orders in my winter jacket and hat, while huddled closely to a tiny tabletop space heater. Plus I just need more space, away from the weed wacker and lawn mower. I can only handle the smell of gas for so long before I get even more loopy than I already am. When I start to stamp uneven and you think it's creative and rustic looking, that was the gas. Well, only part of that is true. Some of it was the wine :) Seriously, though. This is what my 'workshop' looks like now. A cluster crisis. I swear this is no indication of how my house looks like inside.
Exactly what are the child labor laws? Kidding, kidding. I let her use the sander for like 30 seconds and then she got bored. Back to her Barbie dream house she went.
The aroma of gas, visual sites of lawn equipment, belts drooping from the rafters, summer humidity, winter bone chill and an occasional hammer to the hand all pay off. I give 100% to each piece and always pleased with the end result. They might not be perfect but that's what gives them character and uniqueness. And I dig that.
Happy weekend ya'll. Remember, hit the hoedown on Saturday and don't forget I need help on 'workbench Sunday'. Thanks.
With Mother’s Day right around the corner, give the gift of something custom! Over at the Spoon Me headquarters (ha – just kidding – my garage), I’ve been busy hand stamping custom keychains and necklaces to celebrate all of you domestic goddesses! We love our Moms, we learn from our Moms, we hold the “Mom” title ourselves. Let’s face it, if our Mother’s taught us anything, it’s that multi-tasking is mandatory, fast food is always an option, crazy can be normal, laundry can wait, matching socks is not necessary, day 3 hair can still look good, sticky hands will have to do and by God (sigh), cherish the 30 minutes you have to spare for an ‘adult generated thought’ at 9pm. True story.
It’s time to show those that you love how much you appreciate them. Do you have a favorite saying that you share with your Mom? A song? What about something funny to remind her daily of you or her Grandkids? Custom keychains and necklaces can detail inspirational and loving messages. In fact, I just stamped one out yesterday for a dear friend of mine (Madonna – her real name ya’ll) and she wanted both her children’s name on a spoon necklace. It was so cute and I know she’s going to love it! Keep in mind, sayings can be funny too! A customer ordered a custom keychain the other day that said, “I TOLD YOU SO! Love, Mom”. I had to laugh. I’m loving the creativity from everyone. I also love short sentences. Can you tell?
Do you need a little inspiration? Here are a few sayings to get the wheels turning.
Moms are great and finding the perfect gift to show her just that can be daunting, especially when she has everything and wants nothing. Keep it simple. Keep it handmade and true to the heart.
So, here’s to all of the Moms, adoptive Moms, Stepmoms, Grandmothers, Aunts, and Godmothers out there. Make sure you remind them how much you love them this Mother’s Day!
Definition of Kim: Lover of all things DIY repurposing; flea market addict, crafter, photographer, silly, sarcastic, obnoxious morning person, Mom, coffee drinker, pad thai addict, cooker, gardener and let’s not forget I love my vino. So, grab a glass of your favorite fermented grape and stay awhile!