introverted monster sells crafts

It’s craft-show season for me at Carrot Condo! The next one is: Llewellyn Holiday Market on Saturday, November 10th from 10am-5pm at 6301 SE 14th Avenue in Portland.

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Then, on Saturday, December 1, from 10am-3pm I’ll be at the Lewis Holiday Bazaar and Tree Sale at 4401 SE Evergreen Street in Portland.

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Last weekend’s bazaar at All Saints in NE Portland was great!

I sold a lot of Carrot Condo creations–the tweet-sized stationery is going fast!! (See previous blog post.)

Friends stopped by, and I caught up with a bunch of lovely folks I wish I got to see more often. Hearing about career changes, new puppies, creative projects, and so much more was so inspiring!

I met new customers–one is named Trista! We’re about the same age, and we both said we’ve only known two other Tristas in our lives, so we’re each other’s third Trista. That was pretty cool.

And a man in his late 70s or very early 80s stopped by and admired my biking monsters (I have some framed originals as well as this card). monster on bikeMy illustrations sparked some memories for him, and he told me about “The Vegetable Man” that came through his neighborhood with a cart and mule when he was a child. The gentleman remembered the vegetable seller’s name and admired his Italian accent as his mother negotiated prices each week. I can tell you this for sure: when I drew my goofy, but determined, biking monsters, I did not expect them to deliver such great stories!

These craft bazaars can be a long day for a quiet introvert like me, but I am grateful for the chance to catch up with friends and meet such lovely new customers and fellow vendors.

I’ll hope to see you on November 10 or December 1st! Thank you, as always, for your interest in Carrot Condo and my creative work.

 

 

 

monsters lost: love found

It worked out to tie finger-puppet monsters to my Valentine’s Day cards for my kiddo’s class:

We had two left over that we raced in little cars after breakfast Valentine’s Day morning. The cars’ license plates said: “B.YOU” and “JUSTB.” Good Valentine’s Day messages, which made us think of “Our Person” at the gas station.

First, you must know that in Oregon, we are not allowed to pump our own gas. IMG_7343You pull up to a gas station, roll down your window, and wait for an attendant to help you. I’ve never liked this process, but a few years ago, we started going to the same gas station because of one particular attendant.

She’s petite with naturally wavy graying hair, and seems shy until she smiles. Her smile says a lot, full of genuine care and attention. Because I didn’t know her name, I started calling her “Our Person,” and now, if she’s ever not there, my kiddo laments with true concern, “Where’s Our Person?”

Racing cheerful monsters in even more cheerful cars made us think of her, so the kiddo colored my “It’s fun to share with a friend” card in vivid pink for her, and we attached it to a chocolate bar. On our way out the door, the kiddo insisted on bringing his two finger-puppet monsters by stowing them away in the hood of his coat. I figured he wanted to show them to our friend.

At the station, we hopped out of the car (we didn’t need gas), found our attendant, and gave her the treat. She appreciated the surprise and took time to admire the enthusiastic coloring. As we left, the kiddo realized his finger puppets were gone. We looked everywhere and decided they must have fallen out at home on the porch. When we got home hours later, the kiddo glanced around the porch but didn’t ask about the missing monsters. I decided I’d better not bring them up.

Two full weeks later, we pull up for gas. It’s crowded and someone else helps us, but through the mash of cars, “Our Person” glides over, says something to the other attendant who moves away, and there she is, smiling in our window. We chat, and then she says:

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have something that is yours. I’ve been putting it in my pocket each day in case you stop by.”

And out she pulls the two finger-puppet monsters! There they are, waving their sinewy arms excitedly. IMG_7647I notice a smudge of black on each of them and realize they must have fallen out of the car right under a tire, and, well…I probably drove right over them as we left the gas station.

The kiddo and I are both thrilled, but what he’s too young to ponder is this: Every day, for two weeks, “Our Person” has been putting the little monsters in the pocket of whatever pants she wears that day, pulling them out at the end of the day, and putting them in the next day’s pocket, just to be sure she has them ready for when we stop by.

It’s a small gesture that says so much about attention, kindness, care, and concern for others.

Her thoughtfulness and deliberate kindness fuels my hope in humanity as a whole. I’ve never liked Valentine’s Day, but for this year it turned out to be a good chance to celebrate friendship and kindness and to appreciate people for who they are. JUST B.YOU

monster love

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Monster cards colored for you.

Hello and happy Valentine’s Day! My monsters want to wish you a light-hearted and colorful day because sometimes Valentine’s Day is just too much pressure.

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Colored for you and some to color yourself!

Color these creatures however you wish (or get them already colored by yours truly). Attach a piece of candy, sticker, poem or joke, and show your friends some love.

You can also use the backside as a postcard:

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Turn it into a postcard. (Our local post office confirms they’re the right size and weight for a postcard stamp.)
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Color them all however you wish!

My family plans to color these ourselves and tie on a finger-puppet-monster for each kiddo. I think I can punch two holes in a corner, push some yarn through, and tie on the finger-puppet. I’ll share a pic in Instagram once I’ve got it figured out.

Happy day of love!!  Or…if you want to be really cool…tell everyone, “Happy Oregon’s Birthday!” because my state’s birthday is also February 14th. I know, some might say that’s more nerd than cool, but not me.