Why all the excitement? Well, today I’m featured over on Little Bit Funky’s blog!  Woo hoo!  She is running a giveaway for one of my posters, which means you should all head over there and enter to win because you could be the proud owner of a new poster. For free. I’ll even pay for shipping and everything. Which kind of makes me your fairy godmother, spreading good will and brightening up your day and all that, and, fine, you can call me Oprah all day if you really want.

And while you’re there make sure to poke around. Her blog is full of recipes (love these cake pops) and tutorials (check out these adorable reverse applique shirts) and all of the cute stuff she makes and sells (someone very special will be getting one of these adorable tees; they haven’t actually been born yet but, man, will they be psyched when they see the cute wardrobe waiting for them).

Now I have to go and get some coffee and massage my cheeks (the face ones you dirty birds).

Anyway, my list has 103 things on it and one of them was to go to the Renegade Craft Fair.  Not as big as “Meet Mark Kermode” (More on Dr. Kermode at a later date.  Actually, pretend I didn’t just say that.  I feel like he deserves a post of his own and now I’m worried that you’re going to google him and have an imperfect first meeting when I know that if I’m there to lead you through the process, you will love him too.  Don’t google him!!! I swear this isn’t one of those reverse psychology moments! I really need to be there when you meet!  Gah!  Pretty birdie!  See the pretty birdie!) Where was I? Oh yes, Renegade.  Not as big as “Meet – ahem – Oprah” but then again not as small as “Do a pull-up” (although now that I think about it, that one is actually pretty huge since my right arm is still sore from the gallon of milk I carried home two days ago.).  Anyway. I’ve always wanted to go and I’ve never lived in a city that had one and it seemed like a weird thing to base a trip around.

“Why are you going to LA?”

“To buy a toast scarf.”

Weird, right?

But since we live in San Francisco (check that off the Life List) we could go and even base our entire weekend around it! I don’t know who was more excited – me or LB.  Okay, it was me. I was pretty much a nightmare all Saturday morning. I didn’t even have coffee because I was afraid it might (literally) give me a heart attack, I was that jazzed up.  It was all I could talk about incessantly so you can imagine LB had the kind of day that they just don’t warn you about before you get married.  Although the excitement must have rubbed off on him a teensy bit because he did come in to take a look.  Okay, he pretty much walked right back out but I think that had more to do with my discovery of this book of cats in wigs than the actual fair itself. I get it. A man can only take so much.

Renegade was everything I’d hoped it would be.  There were toadstools, tons of posters I would have bought if we had a wall to hang them on, Gingerbread men missing body parts (he had a tag around his neck that said – “The one that got away”), a lady walking around selling felt ice cream people out of an ice cream cart.  It was so good.

I only made one purchase but I LOVE IT.  I’ve been absolutely desperate for one of those fancy feather headbands (but then who hasn’t been, really?) but they were all either too expensive or not the right colors. And then I saw Tara to the T’s booth.  Not only did she have headbands in just about every color imaginable but they were only $22!  It was truly an Inspired Craft Fair Moment (which reminds of a conversation I had with our friend. Him: “What’s with the Renegade? Why’s it a ‘Renegade’ Craft Fair?”  Me (without a hint of irony): “Because the crafters there are CRAZY.”)

I have to admit, after meeting Tara (look how cute she is! and nice!), I was secretly hoping that the fascinator would magically transform me into a sort of writer-ly version of her – all retro fab with blond locks and tattoos, perhaps a pencil coyly tucked behind one ear – but it didn’t. Still you have to admit, the results are pretty dramatic.

What a day.  That gets a hearty cross-off the ole Life List (at least until next year).  And yes, I’m going to post a ton more links.  There was just so much cool stuff I want to make I sure do justice to all of them.

Go over and check out all of Tara’s fascinators and her line of stewardess-inspired dresses at Taratothet.com.

And then this character pops up.  What is it with these people?!?!  Who has time to make a new piece of art every single, friggin’ day?  I barely have time to make freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, much less come up with a new poster every day.

So now that plan is all shot.  I’m going to actually have to come up with something to talk about.  Thanks, Christopher Ryan David, thanks.

PS.  When I was perusing the site I thought January 23rd said “We are all part nudist” and my brain said, “Isn’t that clever?”  I have real issues…or perhaps, a new greeting card?

PPS.  If you are having a baby anytime soon, don’t look at December 2nd because I’m probably going to give that to you.

PPPS.  If you want to send me a present, January 1st is my favorite.  Just saying.

Yes, little ole me has figured out how to end wars worldwide, bring disgruntled party leaders together, and unite the disenfranchised with the, well, franchised.

Ahem.  From here on out, every important meeting, negotiation, merger and, heck, first date should be required to drink from these mustache glasses by Bread and Badger.

Because if they don’t lighten the situation and remind us that we’re all human then, frankly my dear, nothing will.

via Suburban Bliss