Sale date for the Prairie Girls Market.....June 6th.
Pressure on the Prairie Girls to deliver the goods.....biggety.
I channeled Martha and spent the weekend doing some refurbishing and crafting. I was ready to crank out some signs so I penciled in the wording, painted it, let it dry, then antiqued it up. And you know what happened when I did that last little thing? I smeared those not quite dry letters to kingdom come then sat in the driveway and said shit about a thousand times to the hot, little mess in front of me. Two signs that I painstakingly lettered now looked like a used butt wipe.
I repainted and started over. This time I decided to let it dry overnite (duh) and moved on to something else. That something else ended up getting aggressively flung into the trash. I headed directly to the fridge to crack open a beer.
If I keep this up, I'll never get my own show and therefore, no chance for you the viewer to watch a pissed off, cussing, drunk try to reproduce something she saw in a magazine. Now what? Well, I'm not gonna brag here (or maybe I am) but I have perfected throwing my crap projects into the garbage can from the free throw line and the crowd always goes craaaaaazy when I do that. Oh yeah, I've got me some very marketable skills. I'm a contenda.