Oof. Wish I had realized when packing that this dress really requires a camisole. Thank goodness the shirt I wore on the plane matches it, but I'd rather not be wearing a long sleeve shirt under a dress in 80 degree weather.
Tracy ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Those are beautiful Erin.
erin, those are gorgeous! We've given away the ones H made through the years as gifts for housewarmings, weddings, or other occasions. His mom has several of his, along with some she has from when they lived in the Ukrainian community in Philadelphia. The ones I managed to hang onto are guarded, carefully. I wish the photos were better, I probably need to work on that. They're here, here, and here.
Erin, those are wonderful! Congratulations on your sale.
Bev- those are gorgeous, and i love how they are displayed. I've been giving them away as gifts for about 20 years now, my mom must have at least 3 dozen! She bought a special glass-topped display coffee table just for all the pysanky :)
Sox, that's good to know. I was worried that my super exciting first sale was just some kind of scam and that made me sad.
And no wooden eggs, the dye that makes them so pretty doesn't work on wood. Or really anything except egg shells. I tried painting for a bit but it's extremely difficult to get that level of precision with bristle brushes
Speaking of ebay/ecommerce, we have a bunch of 78/old 33 rpm records that I'd like to sell, but I'm very leery of shipping them anywhere. Does anyone know a good way to package such fragile things for best survivability, or would anyone buying such things online expect to pay higher-than-usual shipping costs to cover protection?
Erin-- could you make some eggs with skulls on them? I bet those would sell like hotcakes. Hotcakes with skulls, even.
Connie, I could ask my dad. he's all up in the collectibles.
Not dead, exactly. Mainly exhausted. Achieved: visited possible new uni, collected The Girl's present (a fun cartoon-style painting I commissioned from a local artist), got my hair dyed. Now there's just getting up at 6am to go to a conference, and picking up vans and packing dresses and things, oh and we have to write something to say at the civil partnership registration on Friday (not vows exactly - for that we've got the ketubah at Satuday's blessing - but something to mark the legal bit. I might promise not to nag if The Girl promises not to leave her shoes in the living room, etc.) And then we can get on with it. And then there will be cake! I'm living for cake.
Erin, sorry for the delay in replying - haven't had a chance to check the boards today. I've replied to your e-mail. I may have forgotten to add 'UK' at the end of my address. But that is where I am!