Toe-Knee’s Neighborhood

So you guys have worked miracles for me.

Can you work a miracle for someone else?  A long-time reader of *! is running up against hard times- she's in the process of a divorce, she was laid off from her job, her ex isn't helping her support her kids and she is only days away from eviction.

If everyone who reads this blog and *! gave her just five dollars, she wouldn't lose her home.

Just five dollars.

Just a coffee and bagel.

Come on, guys, help her out.  It'll earn you some serious karma.

Here's her site explaining her situation:

Help Gina.

I may have mentioned this before, but I really need to be selling things.  To people other than the people who read this blog.

So I will trade cookies for help.  Yes.  Big fluffy Mennonite style old fashioned buttermilk cookies with buttercream frosting.  Cookies like this:

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How can you get these cookies?  Refer my shop to someone who buys something, or give me some sort of prize-winning advice that leads to higher traffic on my site.  See, I've done all of the stuff that people generally suggest.  I've started taking better photos, I've joined a few teams and done the social networking, I've tweeted and blogged and listed new things every other day and tagged even the colors in the photos and banged my head up against this thing, and in a year and a half of selling on Etsy I've made quite a bit of money...  Off of you guys, you wonderful thirty people who actually read this blog.

How many sales have I made to non-blog faithful?  Two.  How much were they worth?  About fifteen dollars.  That's less than .5% of the sales I've had.

Gah.

So, I will bake anyone who helps me get more traffic a dozen cookies.  All you need to do is verify that you've helped me get a sale (or gotten my store reviewed somewhere that gives me a fabulous bump in traffic) and the cookies are yours.

Once again- I love you fabulous people.  You've helped me through a very dark year.  I almost feel bad asking you to help any more...

Except, these are cookies we're talking about.  The kind of cookies that Grandma makes for Christmas.

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I was going to make a baby blanket, and then I got lazy. 

End product?

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If you want to own a blanket made out of my old shirts (which is either cool, or creepy, or both maybe) then GO BID NOW.

You've got 34 hours from uh, now.  (Now as in when I posted this, not when you read it.)

Because my mom insists that Jewelry is what I'm best at and wouldn't take no for an answer.  I tried to explain to her that I don't have the supplies I need to make what I normally make, and she kept insisting that I have to have enough to make SOMETHING.

So here we go:

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I made the cord using several strands of thread, and tore apart a funky silver necklace for the clasp and silver ring for the drop.  The beads were a gift from an angel- not my normal thing, but I think it turned out nicely enough.

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I would never have picked these beads.  But I had them (Thank you, angel!) and when I poured them out, they seemed to tell me what they wanted to be.  By this point I had no monofilament, they were too heavy for thread, and I wanted to reserve what little coated wire I had left for something else.  So what to do, what to do?  I found a small roll of silver and just kind of... winged it.  I made curlicues like wind in a Winnie the Pooh drawing, and played with the idea of red leaves being blown by a very blue stream.  Something like a nursery rhyme illustration, bright but somehow peaceful.  I like it.

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So I've decided to sell the t-shirt comforter that I've been working on for, well, half of forever.  I pieced the top 7 years ago when I was newly married, and I pieced the back just last month.  Finishing it seems like an eternity, even though I know it's really not that long.

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So I decided to sell the comforter on Ebay.  I never know what to charge for these things, and since this particular one is also sentimental, I just couldn't settle on what I thought was a reasonable price.  (50?  75?  250?  I don't know!)

I thought, since my lovely neighbors always insist they'd be willing to pay more, I'd test that theory.

The starting bid is $15, what I need to recoup the cost of the materials and listing it.

I'm comfortable letting it go for that if it means it goes to someone I like.  (Mainly, dear reader, YOU!)

So, admire.

And then go bid, if you'd like!

I've been a little quiet here, because I've been dividing my time between "real" work and trying to actually post on my Wordpress blog.

So, in case you are interested, here's what's been happening on WordPress:

David’s real brilliance was not in his beauty, his grace, or his cleverness.  It was in his absolute faith in who God made him to be.- Think as David Thought

If I want to share the depth and wonder of my faith, it means letting people into my past.  It means telling stories that are embarrassing, painful, sometimes nothing short of humiliating.- Be More Vulnerable

Thus, the moral of the story is that we shouldn’t rush God’s calling.- Ishmael or Isaac

Allow me to try to explain this a different way.  Look at nature.  The snowmelt runs down the mountain because it must, it’s a natural directive, there is no other way.  But plumbing shows that we can sometimes tweak things to our advantage, we don’t change natural law but we change natural circumstances.- See Your Circumstances as Malleable

So, in case you can't see the theme, it's a series on overcoming obstacles.  I know none of the posts are tagged "gay sex", so it's not my most popular work- but I think it's important nonetheless.

Now I'm hungry, and I'll go make myself lunch.  :)