The Honeywell farm

Lest you think (and rightly so) that I am turning into a crabby old miser, I'm going to give you a present. A really really good present to make up for all of the whiny crap I've been churning out this month.

Remember the barn? Yes, of course you do. Who could forget. Well, if you thought the barn was good, welcome to the house that barn belongs to. It made me honest to goodness cry. Walking around it the first night, I was all teary. It was really embarrassing.

And now for a bit of back story-

I work at a truly spectacular antique store on the weekends. A store to make doves cry. A store that I haunted long before ever I worked there and a store that when I stand behind the counter, my heart still races with crazy antiques fever. When I got the job, I was thrilled because I could stay in the shop for hours staring at things and have it not be weird, cause hey, I worked there.

The store is called Moon River Chattel and if you live within a 3 days drive of williamsburg, you should pack your bags and leave tonight to meet me there on friday. If you have any sort of soul, you will not be disappointed.

Long story short, this is Mr and Mrs. MRC's house upstate. On a 23 acre former dairy farm. Living the dream.

They invited us three shop girls up for a weekend and the trip blew a fuse in my brain. Now all I can do is mumble and sigh a lot when I try to describe how perfect it was.

Like right now. I should have something insightful to say about how they left the original layers of wallpaper etc... but I can't even get a proper, non idiotic sentence out. I'm too busy being googly eyed and stammering.

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Kicking off FALL with a BANG!

If you are part of my mailing list then you already know the news! (psst....if you are not, sign up on the right sidebar silly!) The Brassy Apple SHOP has been restocked - aprons, scarves and PATTERNS plus I am throwing in a SALE too!

Remember what happened a few weeks ago? All my new inventory sold out within minutes of being up - and it's first come, first serve - so RUN don't walk if you are itching to snatch up something new!

I am over the moon excited to announce that the Lucy Apron PRINTED pattern is here and in stock! - wooHOO! Also debuting today is the Kitschy Corset Apron eBook! (with the printed version to follow late next month!)

More skinny scarves and also a new design - Brassy Bunchy Scarf - is available. I can't wait for you to see! Tell me what you think!

whew! almost done - then I will just let you browse around the SHOP and see for yourself! :) Let's wrap it up with a sale! all the children's DIY Shaggy Mosaic Jean kits have been discounted. Ok enough blah blah blah from me! Enjoy all the new designs! I would love to hear what you think! happy shopping........

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The slow burn

Please pardon my erratic posting while I, um, slowly crash and burn. Instead of having one big, nicely contained emotional meltdown I've been spacing it out, 20 minutes a day, whether I need it or not.

I'm almost looking forward to the next time I stub my toe, just so I can finally loose my shit once and for all. Get the thing over and done with so I can properly move on already. Things to do, places to go!

My cats know I'm a wreck. Bertie's been taking a break from his usual hell boy antics (like shredding this dress to bits) and acting shockingly lovable. Snuggling with me, letting me pet him and everything. He even brushed up against my leg for the first time ever this week.

This morning in bed, I remembered why I though getting a cats could possibly be a good idea to start with. Which in itself is worth the multiple miniature breakdowns.

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Mark your calendars!.........

There have been several of you asking about more skinny scarves, aprons, etc. WELL......mark you calendars for Tuesday Sept. 22nd!

There will be some new product listed that day! first come first serve AND hopefully the release of a new pattern or two! See you then! It's back to the studio for me so I can get it all done and ready!

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The great crash

Last week I came home from a particularly tough day at work to learn that I no longer owned any plates, bowls or glasses.

My shelf in the kitchen just crumbled right out of my plaster wall. I clearly can no longer be trusted to pick out appropriately sized wall anchors. My confidence as a capable girl is shot.

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Goodbye Summer.....

It's been fun and one of my favorites........I'll treasure the memories and the moments. Even the dirty little feet........

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Last gasp of summer

I went on a date with Ralph tonight. I even wore a pretty dress for the occasion.

Ralph's is my home away from home. My insta-mood lifter. My Williamsburg first love. He has saved me from certain death on many a hot day and provided me with dinner many a desperate night. When he closes for the winter I won't know what to do with myself.

I always get the same thing. Half peach, half red raspberry water ice*, size small. Unbelievably, for the first time in three years, the time I had my camera to document the Ralph's experience, they were sold out of peach water ice. For the rest of the season. I burst into tears.

No, I didn't. But I did let out a highly embarrassing wail and said, half pleading..... "But you've alwaaaaays had it before....." Yes. I am a food service employee's worst nightmare. I made sure to tip an extra buck.

I ended up getting a half banana, half coconut cream ice* and it tasted like sunblock would if sunblock was really really delicious. Big chunks of frozen bananas.

* Ralph's sells water ice, cream ice and ice cream. Don't be fooled by the big sign that says Italian ice. They refer to it as a water ice and it took me several months to wrap my brain around the idea that something called water ice could taste so good.

Now to the real problem. Earlier this summer, on the very same block, another ice place opened up with a blue and white striped awning. I was all up in arms, how dare they encroach on my beloved Ralph's and Uncle Louie G's go back to Park Slope where you belong... until I noticed they have pumpkin ice cream. Oh shit. I love pumpkin ice cream.

Ever pragmatic, tonight I asked the owner of Ralph's if he would be interested in selling pumpkin ice cream. He said no so quickly and in such a heavy Italian accent it made me question whether he even understood my question. Then he started rambling about how he used to make pumpkin ravioli, which sounded really tasty but didn't help me with the task at hand.

Sweet readers, do you stay unswervingly loyal to your local favorites? What's a girl to do?

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