Meanwhile, in real life...
I do not recommend one ever do a full-day trunk show on 3 hours' worth of sleep. Especially after one has been getting, on average, 4 hours of sleep for over a week.
I mean, it was fine. It was a little slow, being a Thursday and all. But I easily made 3x what I needed to for variety's sake, and what was not sold will go up on my site later this week. Overall, it was a good experience to have under my belt, even though the lighting in the shop was, as one sales associate put it, "so bad the man who installed it clearly detested the idea of selling jewelry." But you know what? I can say I have shown and sold my jewelry at a fine art museum, and indeed a very nice one at that.
I did take an hour to peruse the VMFA's awesome Art Nouveau collection, which was absolutely stunning. The Mucha bust! The Favrile glass! Gah! I die. Plus there was an AMAZING stag-horn beetle mirror. I am not even overly fond of mirrors, and I WANT ONE. I also saw the Bold, Cautious, True exhibit, which paired Civil War-era paintings with inscriptions from Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass,' as well as an original copy of the book. My English major-y, history geeky heart was so happy. Plus a recreation of an 1880's Rockefeller bedroom. OH MAN, how much do I love historical room displays? Let me count the ways. Oh! And Diana Al-Hadid's Trace of a Fictional Third was just stunning in-person. Absolutely mesmerizing.
On the way home, I sang Motown at the top of my lungs to keep from falling asleep. Pandora also randomly threw some Eric Hutchinson in the mix, so I smiled and thought of
evergleam83. Got home at Ungodly O'Clock in the morning.
(In other jewelry news, someone really cool and well known in certain circles bought a bunch of earrings from me last week. I don't think I should say who right yet, but if she ends up wearing them in pictures, I will probably squee a little.)
Dragged myself in to Terra Firma anyway. Bill took one look at me and told me to go home and sleep. He is the best of bosses, I tell you.
Today, I did all of the Father's Day salutations deemed culturally necessary, then hurried on to Pride where I danced with Transcendence. Aside from the set (which went smoothly and easily!), there were two notable things-- one was that my brother Matt came to watch me dance, and gave me a ride in. As we were pulling up, he was like, "so what is Pride?" and I was like "you know, gay pride," and he was like "OH." I think he thought it was part of the 1812 festivities that have taken over the city this weekend. He was basically the straightest straight boy who ever straighted at a Pride event, but I think he enjoyed himself. The other notable thing was that, due to the 1812 festivities, the Blue Angels were doing fly-bys and they flew right over our stage while we were dancing! Exciting!
Anyhow, Pride audiences are the best. They were so excited to see us dance, and smiled a lot and gave us great energy. The organizers were really happy to have us back and told us how much they enjoyed our set last year. Plus a photographer for City Paper was allllll over us after we danced, so fingers crossed for some good publicity.
(Also notable: I got into costume in a RECORD 45 minutes.)
Came home, took the BEST shower, de-glitterified (well, mostly. I am never entirely free of glitter somewhere on my person), and changed into my brand spankin' new Transcendence Tribal tee-shirt. It's cut to fit over cholis just like the FCBD ones, and it's got greyish-pink sparkly letters. Anywhoo, I love it. Well done, Jenn & Brooke.
Tried to read Sunshine but ended up ranting about it instead. Going to try to get back to it until I fall asleep. That should be in, oh, ten pages or so. Tomorrow, I have to work on 7 poetry pendants for the Poet's Talisman series, v 2.0. I have a few more Prayer of St Francis ones, a few more 'I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire,' and a couple of surprises. That and the remainder of the Wanderlust collection, plus a few odd Faerie Moons & Faery Wings, will go up on site later this week.
I leave you with a Bean in a bag:
I mean, it was fine. It was a little slow, being a Thursday and all. But I easily made 3x what I needed to for variety's sake, and what was not sold will go up on my site later this week. Overall, it was a good experience to have under my belt, even though the lighting in the shop was, as one sales associate put it, "so bad the man who installed it clearly detested the idea of selling jewelry." But you know what? I can say I have shown and sold my jewelry at a fine art museum, and indeed a very nice one at that.
I did take an hour to peruse the VMFA's awesome Art Nouveau collection, which was absolutely stunning. The Mucha bust! The Favrile glass! Gah! I die. Plus there was an AMAZING stag-horn beetle mirror. I am not even overly fond of mirrors, and I WANT ONE. I also saw the Bold, Cautious, True exhibit, which paired Civil War-era paintings with inscriptions from Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass,' as well as an original copy of the book. My English major-y, history geeky heart was so happy. Plus a recreation of an 1880's Rockefeller bedroom. OH MAN, how much do I love historical room displays? Let me count the ways. Oh! And Diana Al-Hadid's Trace of a Fictional Third was just stunning in-person. Absolutely mesmerizing.
On the way home, I sang Motown at the top of my lungs to keep from falling asleep. Pandora also randomly threw some Eric Hutchinson in the mix, so I smiled and thought of
evergleam83. Got home at Ungodly O'Clock in the morning.(In other jewelry news, someone really cool and well known in certain circles bought a bunch of earrings from me last week. I don't think I should say who right yet, but if she ends up wearing them in pictures, I will probably squee a little.)
Dragged myself in to Terra Firma anyway. Bill took one look at me and told me to go home and sleep. He is the best of bosses, I tell you.
Today, I did all of the Father's Day salutations deemed culturally necessary, then hurried on to Pride where I danced with Transcendence. Aside from the set (which went smoothly and easily!), there were two notable things-- one was that my brother Matt came to watch me dance, and gave me a ride in. As we were pulling up, he was like, "so what is Pride?" and I was like "you know, gay pride," and he was like "OH." I think he thought it was part of the 1812 festivities that have taken over the city this weekend. He was basically the straightest straight boy who ever straighted at a Pride event, but I think he enjoyed himself. The other notable thing was that, due to the 1812 festivities, the Blue Angels were doing fly-bys and they flew right over our stage while we were dancing! Exciting!
Anyhow, Pride audiences are the best. They were so excited to see us dance, and smiled a lot and gave us great energy. The organizers were really happy to have us back and told us how much they enjoyed our set last year. Plus a photographer for City Paper was allllll over us after we danced, so fingers crossed for some good publicity.
(Also notable: I got into costume in a RECORD 45 minutes.)
Came home, took the BEST shower, de-glitterified (well, mostly. I am never entirely free of glitter somewhere on my person), and changed into my brand spankin' new Transcendence Tribal tee-shirt. It's cut to fit over cholis just like the FCBD ones, and it's got greyish-pink sparkly letters. Anywhoo, I love it. Well done, Jenn & Brooke.
Tried to read Sunshine but ended up ranting about it instead. Going to try to get back to it until I fall asleep. That should be in, oh, ten pages or so. Tomorrow, I have to work on 7 poetry pendants for the Poet's Talisman series, v 2.0. I have a few more Prayer of St Francis ones, a few more 'I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire,' and a couple of surprises. That and the remainder of the Wanderlust collection, plus a few odd Faerie Moons & Faery Wings, will go up on site later this week.
I leave you with a Bean in a bag: