Aardvark Art Glass

Dick’s toe and other vending legends
April 21, 2010, 4:26 pm
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Today I am sitting in the office-cave chewing nicotine gum. Trying to think of something to write. Everything is caught up now. Farmer’s Market looks like it’s going to be rained out on Saturday, which is a drag and also great. I dread street vending. I can’t remember what was so horrible about it, I just remember being really happy when I didn’t have to do it anymore. Like college. Say, speaking of vending, did I ever tell you the story about Dick’s toe? (By the way, this is going to be the one bright spot about vending again-I have a blog this time around so I can tell you vending stories and talk about passers-by who are jerks.)

Anyway, back in the early ’90’s when I was vending full time, there was this guy, Dick, who sold wholesale  silver and stone pendants. He was always out selling on his bowed tables. Always. Then one weekend he was gone. It was Art Fair on the Square weekend, too, which is a shitty weekend for vending but everyone comes out anyway because there’s thousands of people around. It’s a given that customers won’t buy anything unless it’s up on the square but hope springs eternal.  So Dick’s absence on that particular weekend was all the more conspicuous. I can’t specifically remember what the speculation was at that time–he wasn’t real healthy so we probably thought he was dead. It wasn’t likely he had a wedding to go to or anything.

We didn’t see Dick until the following week. When he finally showed up he had a new cast on his foot and leg. We asked him what was up with that. I have to preface his answer by saying that Dick had diabetes and thus had very little or no feeling in his feet. Dick’s explanation for the cast was that he burned his big toe on a space heater. Just after the accident and prior to his falling asleep that night, Dick noted that his dog was dutifully licking his injured toe. Just after Dick fell asleep, apparently, his dog began nibbling on his toe and then chewing on it until a portion of it was completely gone. Isn’t that gross? So since his dog ate his big toe, Dick was in the hospital having his foot patched up during Art Fair on the Square Weekend. The End.

Yeah, there’s not going to be any eaten toes or deaths at your booth or mental breakdowns at the Farmer’s Market this year. No day-long benders and waking up with a Christmas tree in your apartment. There might be drunken balloon-artist mimes and Indian pan flute bands going toe to toe competing for a spot to set up. That could be cool. And there will always be jerks to talk about. So, I don’t know…maybe it won’t be so bad.


April 19, 2010, 12:34 pm
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Hello. I’m back. Got a vending license now, got drapes, got a pile of jewelry made.

Working on the show today. I threw everything I had so far up on the wall to give you an idea of how it’s coming along. I’ve got about 12 wall pieces and a bunch of little stuff. Red tablecloth, red drapes, plenty of room for Robin’s TP. It looks sharp, as does John Larriva’s Hell Monkey:

Two brand new Wisconsin-themed Denny Pinkhams too. I picked up that print of John Goodman a couple weeks ago at a show next door. Not Regretsy, but I really like that print. And it’s red. Hope no one minds if it’s in there. Not pictured are 5  Obama eggs and  the Charlie Manson pillow case. Still waiting on one more print and then I’m probably going to buy some soap and that’s about it.

I have to run around now. Be back later.

Two things
April 11, 2010, 11:32 pm
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are bigger and not dead after being around me all winter:


and the tobacco plant.

I love things
April 5, 2010, 3:03 pm
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I’ve been getting stuff in the mail for the show. The mailing thing is working-I am going to have a bunch of weird shit here. I’m buying some little things too-squirrel paw earrings and what-not. I’ll show you when it’s all together.