Just a few short weeks away! All the vendors be hauling all the good stuff to PUYALLUP to present to you in the finest of fashion a junk-o-holic wonderland that we like to call a VINTAGE MARKET!
Friday Night is our Breast Cancer Benefit... Lots of PINK will be seen here! Right now (until October 31st) you can buy tickets online to this event! You will still be able to purchase at the door, however, all ONLINE ticket sales will get in 5:30pm instead of 6:00pm. One more great thing about going Friday... it gets you in Saturday too! To purchase tickets "click" here. Buy early to get in early!!!
Here is where the COUPON comes into play! Saturday Morning everyone restocks... Yep, you heard us! More NEW merchandise for you to drool over... (We can't fit everything in those booths.)
Remember Christmas is just around the corner!!! Great 1 of a Kind gifts... Just saying!
This coupon is for SATURDAY only~ Print off as many as you like... share with all your friends, family, and maybe some people you see at the mall.
Visit the Funky Junk Sisters blog for more detailed information http://funkyjunksisters.blogspot.com/
Michelle & Izabella combine their love of found treasures at Space #36. Tacoma Antique Center
Visit our Fan Page on Facebook ~ Space Thirty Six
The Tacoma Antique Center in Fife ~ Over 120 booths of Vintage, Antique, Retro, collectibles.
Open 10 to 6 -7days a week. Exit 137 at Fife Square, just down from the Poodle Dog restaurant. 253-922-1297.
Exit 137- next to the Poodle Dog restaurant.
I love reading Robert Glenn ~ The Painters Keys Twice Weekly Newsletter
May 27, 2011
Yesterday, Karen J. Jones of Boston, Massachusetts wrote, "I'm a self-confessed art flirt. When I see the work of others that I'm attracted to, I fall in love. I want to be that artist, I want to create that work, I want to live that life. I'm willing to give up my current style, all my materials and even my pets if I could just paint like that. It happens often. With the convenience of the Internet, I can fall in love more than once a day. I'm suffering from infatuation overload and it's really getting to me. Can you help?"
Thanks, Karen. The condition you're talking about is widespread. The good news is, if it's like having an occasional drink, it's fairly harmless. Out of control, it can ruin careers and bring artists to states of hopelessness and depression. Yours sounds like a serious case of Chronic Creative Promiscuity (CCP). You need to take the cure. I know of no organization catering to really outrageous flirts like you. I'll take the case.
The reason you compulsively accept the paths of others is you don't have confidence in your own path. If you ever had a path, you need to find it again by quitting cold turkey. You need to choose a day to begin a new life of media celibacy. Explore your own creative wanderings and drag stuff up from your fantasy bank. Be assured that you have enough talent and character to pull it off. FYI, we've put some of Karen's work at the top of the current clickback.
Your case is particularly serious because you want to be in someone else's shoes. You'll even sacrifice your pets. You need to fully understand that you are your own person. To be satisfied in our game, you need to own your style and your direction. Put a sign on your studio wall: "I shalt not covet the work of others." You've had enough of playing the field. You now need to look within.
Permit yourself only occasional dalliance in your new world of media chastity. Abstain for a day and you can abstain for a week. The rest will be history. More great careers have been built on habit modification than this world dreams of.
PS: "Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul." (Emily Carr)
Esoterica: The main joy in art, apart from acquired proficiency, is to get the understanding that you are truly special and unique. This understanding is a defense against all setbacks or misgivings. In the words of Emily Carr, "If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake, you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good." It's true, artists need to see themselves as pioneers, and when they possess their own uniqueness, they thrive.
"They copied all they could follow,
but they couldn't copy my mind,
so I left them sweating and stealing
a year and a half behind." (Rudyard Kipling)
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
He took her with a sigh.
This is the last full week of January, and it is reported that today is the most depressing day in the year.
According to a press release by a mental health charity, the formula is:
where weather=W, debt=d, time since Christmas=T, time since failing our new year’s resolutions=Q, low motivational levels=M and the feeling of a need to take action=Na. 'D' is not defined in the release, nor are units.
The date was calculated by using many factors, including: weather conditions, debt level (the difference between debt accumulated and our ability to pay), time since Christmas, time since failing our new year’s resolutions, low motivational levels and feeling of a need to take action. This date allegedly falls on the Monday of the last full week of January.
Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. The troubles of my heart have multiplied; free me from my anguish. ~Psalms 25: 16-17
2011 is knocking at the door!! I love this time of the year!! A time for new beginnings & new resolutions. Its also a time to gently close or slam the door on last year! I personally, am slamming that door really hard & going on with the new, just like my Grama used to do, she was a door & cabinet slammer, she was a fiesty one ;)
a toast! clink clink with the champagne glasses..here's to the New Year, I hope it is your best one EVER!!
Wanted to share this...
Have you had enough of feeling stuck in a rut.
Are you ready to break free from the self imposed chains that are binding you?
Are you sick and tired of having your greatness held hostage?
Well in that case what are you waiting for, an invitation to get unstuck?
The only person that can get you unstuck is you.
I can give you the key to getting unstuck, (action) but it is you who will have to turn the key in the lock (and take action) otherwise nothing will change.
So what are you waiting for?
If you spent as much time taking action as you do worrying about being stuck in a rut you wouldn't be stuck in a rut, you would be too busy living the life that you always dreamed about.
"Fear and apprehension are not conducive to the mindset required to induce success."
That antidote is action.
You must stop feeling overwhelmed by all the choices that you have and decide on a course of action and then take steps towards a positive outcome.
It is always better to walk 5 miles in the wrong direction than it is to sit on your ass hoping for help to come to you.
God helps those that help themselves.
If you want to break free from the self imposed chains that are keeping you stuck in your rut, then there is no time like the present for you to take action and get yourself unstuck.
Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
Don't you think you have wasted enough time feeling fearful and apprehensive about the future?
Don't you think that its time that you said “enough is enough?”
Don't you think its time that you started living the life that you always dreamt of?
Don't you think that life has more to offer you than the feeling of being stuck in a rut?
Action is the key that will set you free from the self imposed shackles that have been holding you back and keeping your greatness held hostage.
Put the key to good use, take action and get yourself unstuck.
~Sean Mantack ~ http://www.stuck-in-a-rut-coaching.com
Reminiscing about Christmas memories....
~every Christmas eve our family would have hot chocolate with peppermint & marshmellows, then we could open one present. Late that night, almost midnight, we would meet up with more of our family for candlelight church service, it was always spectacular with the trumpets, harps & singing, it was magical.
~remembering the loveliness of the vintage tinsel swaying on the Christmas tree from the heat from the fireplace at my beautiful Grama's home, I would lay just beneath the tree staring up at it's majestic beauty & take in the smells of the fresh green tree & the lovely foods the family was busy cooking in the kitchen. I miss that tremendously.
~The traditional eggnog with 7up in my special Christmas cup. I loved the fizz that would tickle my nose, oh such innocence, such simple pleasures.
~Decorating the Christmas tree with my family & looking forward to watching the ornaments that had the liquid that would bubble when they were warm. gosh I wish I still had those~
~Listening to my Grampa read from the bible, Jesus's birth, on Christmas before we would open presents & listening to him sing Ava Marie, still my favorite song, I can't listen to it without tearing up~
~I remember the day I found out that Santa wasn't really coming to visit my house anymore.
~I miss the innocence of it all.
What are some of your favorite Christmas memories?! xo
Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When it comes with cries of lamentation, with laughter with songs; Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step. At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places, Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil For hands still enfolded in sleeves; When wine being poured makes the sound of inconsolable children who, though you try with all your heart, cannot be soothed. When whatever you want to do cannot be done, When nothing is of any use; At this hour when night comes down, When night comes, dragging its long face, dressed in mourning, Be with me, My tormenter, my love, be near me. ~Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.
~Faiz Ahmed Faiz
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white, . .
Slow to world-greetings . . quick with its "Oh, list,"
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third, upon my lips, was folded down
In perfect, purple state! since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, "My Love, my own."
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning