I actually read about it on Maija's blog, but missed out. So when I saw that Heather (http://www.boobyfish.blogspot.com/ ) was offering it as well..I jumped at the chance. Here is what happens:
The first three people to leave me a comment stating that they want to play...will receive a handmade item from me sometime in the next three months. It will just show up...I'm not telling you anything. :) In return, you need to post about this on your blog and offer up some handmade love. I hate the term "Pay it forward" but I love the concept of random acts of kindness. How great is this...you have an extra reason to create and you'll make someone's day. :)
On another note.....the big day has come....I can unveil the big project with my sister. We have opened a joint Etsy shop...."Ostentation". She has a thing for peacocks and since it's a collective between the two of us (and maybe a co-worker of Wendy's)...what better than the name for a group of peacocks. :) This shop is just for handmade things. My shop is vintage/supplies/all around weird shit. So go have a look, see if there is anything you like.... http://www.wendyhue.etsy.com/ .
Oy...on yet another note....special boy has regressed a tad and shopping with him is a real bitch. Today was made so much longer by that little bundle of cuteness. We started the day hitting a few sales (most of them were duds...but we saw a really nice man at about four of them) and mailing my packages. We came home, ate, and rested for a tad. Then we hit the PX....I needed to look for a new sewing machine....he had his first melt down of the day...he didn't want to sit in the cart and Clark was getting tired of following him around the store/havinghim on his shoulders. I strapped his happy ass in the cart and he screamed and screamed....oy. We got our purchases and went home....he wouldn't get out of his car seat....made us hook him back in...he wanted to go bye bye. So we went to Walmart...we wanted to get flowers for the yard anyhow. He didn't melt down, but he was pretty near impossible. He used to be such a good boy and would ride in the cart. We get home and he won't get out of the car...again. Oy. I took him inside after awhile...he screamed and screamed and screamed some more. He finally escaped my room (I was trying to get him to take a nap) and took his pants to his Dad...outside. But he stopped crying/screaming and stayed outside while we planted everything. Poor Jr...allergies got him...there is pollen everywhere...eek. So that was my day...I am bushed. I'm going to plop my ass on the couch and read magazines and watch stupid tv. Good night.