Filed under: Bloggidy Blog | Tags: etsy, jc herrell, jeff barber, madison bead show, old pizza, projectile vomiting
I had a major setback at the bead show on Saturday morning when I became extremely ill after eating some old pizza for breakfast. For some reason, unlike shrimp dip or chicken salad, I’ve never viewed pizza as being a perishable food item. I eat yester-pizza all the time. Whether it sits out all night or it’s in the fridge it tastes just as delicious as can be expected. Yet, as I found out, in some invisible but fundamental way it isn’t the same at all. At around 10:30 I had to call Don in to take over for me so I could nearly projectile vomit out of the cab on the way home and then later for real in the privacy of my own bathroom. Don worked the show for me all day on Saturday. And it was busy. He is such a trooper. Right now I’m working on his ass-saving merit badge that later I will affix to his favorite sweater or baseball cap.
As dumb luck would have it, there was a lady at my table shooting a marketing video for the bead show just as I was falling ill. Mostly she was shooting my stuff but right when I stood up and grabbed JC’s phone to call Don I saw she was filming me. By that time I was pretty busy both with sales and with throwing up in the bathroom. Everyone said I looked green. I hope that, for the sake of the promotional value of the video, they edit that part out.
Even with the stomach glitch I had a pretty decent show and a fun weekend. Fun on a bun. At the show I got to sit next to JC Herrell and Jeff Barber. Jeff had the dubious honor of being the only bead show vendor to attend the little soiree we threw on Sat. night at the house. I can’t really go into details, but, that Jeff is really funny. Well, I guess I could go into details but it would cross a line, so I won’t. JC ended up staying over on Friday and Saturday. She’s currently living in Utah among what sounds like a really interesting combination of hardcore hippies and religious folk who aren’t stingy with the free advice for young ladies who are living in trailers around hardcore hippies. All of JC’s stories indicated (to me, anyway) that the hills of Utah are figuratively bursting with rich, golden blog material that’s going undocumented. My lands, yes. I’m gonna have to go there someday ’cause right now JC is not sitting down long enough to write anything.
By the way and by the way, I listed a bunch of extra, left-over type beads in the Etsy store. Why not go and buy one right now?
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