What have the guys been up to lately?

Oh, you know, just hangin' around.

Part two: How to become a Farm Chicks groupie

What, you ask, is that?

Why, it's a cake, of course.

A 15 foot repurposed tin, glass, wire, galvanized sheet metal, Farm Chicks cake.

During the show, occasionally, over the intercom, would come the announcement,

 "Barbara, your husband is waiting for you at The Cake."

Barbara knew exactly what to make a beeline for. 

Or not.

Genius.

...

Some of you may know of my obsession with Heather Bullard.

I stalk her online like a crazed hair band fan of the 80's.

Okay, maybe not like that. 

 But I do LOVE her blog, her photography, her online boutique, her chicken coop...

(By the way, if you haven't seen her chicken coop, you should, but be prepared for a nasty case of poultry envy. I don't even like chickens and I wanted some after I saw it.) 

So now you know the real reason I went to Farm Chicks.

(Sorry June and Lisa)

When I saw her, I did what I normally would NEVER do.

I asked if I could take my picture with her.

For those of you who know me, you know that that is sooooo out of character for me--

 I don't give a hoot about movie stars, sports stars, singers, or models.

I don't think I've asked for an autograph in my whole life.

But I must admit, I got a little verklempt at the first sight of her.

It was a MOMENT for me.

Isn't she beautiful?

(The fact that I'm even putting my wrinkled face up next to hers on this computer screen will tell you how starstruck I was.) 

Am.

And her booth...sigh...

A little slice of heaven.

There were so many vendors that were so great, it was almost hard to believe.

Like this gal from Retreat.

Just look at the details,

 right up to the tops of their tents.

(Did I just sound like Dr. Seuss?)

Take a look at these metallic Duncan Phype tables with upside-down galvanized trays on them.

Totally original.

I love it.

There was lots and lots of white and canvas and natural linen. 

 I was smitten.

The people watching was almost as much fun as antique shopping. 

I enjoy thinking that I would have enough moxie to wear dresses and boots, like these cute girls, but I've decided that I would have to be a vendor to get away with it.

Hmmmmmm...now there's an idea...

And finally, the woman in the center of the photo below is Jo Packham, author of Where Women Create and Book of Inspiration, as well as editor-in-chief of Where Women Create magazine, and on the right is Serena Thompson, the author of The Farm Chicks in the Kitchen, A Farm Chicks Christmas (coming soon) and the original Farm Chicks founder. Jo was signing her new book and Serena just happened to be stopping by and was gracious enough to smile for a photo.

My final rockstar photo for this post:

Hiccup.

Jo's new book.

Signed.

Just for me.

Hiccup.

I'm verklempt.

Part One: How to become a Farm Chicks groupie

First of all, you need to find the right, shall we say, parters in crime.

 Not just anyone will do. 

They need to be:

Lovers of all things old and crusty

and

possess bladders of steel.

It takes a special sort of person who will stop at nearly every little podunk town across three states to photograph obscure things like...

blue water towers,

old advertising on the sides of random buildings,

crusty motel signage,

and plastic adirondack chairs stacked against old houses.

Fortunately I have friends who are just as crazy as me.

Meet June and Lisa.

Or rather, meet their behinds.

We found some great little pastry shops and boutiques in Spokane.

Like this one called Rockwood Bakery.

Just look at that yummy red paint and espresso stained hardwood trim.

YUMMY.

I could just lick it right off the wall.

Okay, maybe not. 

That would be gross.

We shopped for Miss Me jeans at a sweet little store called Lolo Boutique.

Which also had great stuff for the home like this little number and

a darling bare bulb chandelier that I really think I need. 

Oh yeah, and this necklace.

Need, I say.

A sweet dress from Serenity.

June showing Lisa how wide I looked after trying on that last pair of Miss Me's.

Did I mention that June was just a little bit crazy?

And finally...

...what we drove 11 hours,

 drank 8 gallons of diet coke,

(okay, Miss June drank 8 gallons of diet coke)

  and stopped at every potty between Carey and Spokane for.

And that, my friends, was just the beginning of our beautiful Farm Chicks adventure.

Stay tuned for the next installment of "How to become a Farm Chicks groupie" coming your way soon!

What's the deal with burlap's funky smell?

If anyone can answer that one, I'd appreciate it.

Somehow it always seems to have a...well...odor...about it.

 A kind of petroleum, dieselish smell if you will.

In spite of this, I am quite taken with its textural quality. I think of ruddy cheeked French peasants when I see it and it makes me want to make

 garbage can liners

out of it.

Wait a minute, garbage can liners?

Yes,

garbage can liners.

Beautiful, embellished, flowered garbage can liners. 

Don't try to understand it. 

Just go with it.

Oh yeah, and towel holders.

I can't help myself.

It's a sickness.