Jumble sale in DiCoccoville tomorrow!

That means garage sale in South Africa. And it is true. We are clearing out here at the homestead... Harrison just separated out a pile of videos that stands as tall as he does. Madyline and I cleaned out TWO blue garbage bags absolutely stuffed with trash from her room last night... and still came away with three brown paper bags filled with garage sale fodder. Avery is sniffling but resolved to let "Giant Pinkey" (the largest member of the Pinkey stuffed animal family) go to a new home. I'm slimming down most of my vintage cameras, darkroom equipment, cookbooks, toys toys toys and so many odds and ends you'd think our house was empty now... but somehow it isn't. Unfortunately.

Come on over and share a cup of lemonade with me and keep us company. I might even make brownies if I have a minute or two. Hopefully, we'll be busy and I won't have any minutes... but brownies would be a great disspointment softener when we do start dragging.

In other great news... July 14th in Chicago...His hat is on backward, he can show you his tatoo, he is in the music business, he is calling me "dude". Jennifer and I will be girls weekending in Chicago boogie-ing to CAKE. For real. We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains ... are you up for a girls weekend?
Tasha... cancel whatever it is. Cake will be fabulous.

In related news... any time you order something off the internet, you are at risk. Thank you God for credit card fraud protection... because apparently, we are traveling either to or through Maylasia in the near future. Dang. You'd think that if you were going to steal someone's credit card number, you wouldn't book travel arrangements. That might let the good guys know where you, the bad guy, is going to be. I wonder if they booked a rental car and hotel... wouldn't that be a stitch in the pants? I can just see Jerry Orbach and Benjamin Bratt walking up to them in a diner starting a conversation before BAM in comes the dry wisecrack and Brisco reads the nastys their rights.

I have to keep cleaning. I wish I knew what to do with all this artwork. Piles and piles of it. It doesn't sell in garage sales... but I have so much of it. It's no wonder why artists need studio space. It is hard to live in the middle of piles and piles of old or unfinished work. All to sentimental to get rid of... but not important enough to hang.
As soon as I get a handle on it... I am going to sell all my black metal gallery frames (11x14) for $10 each. That is less than a third of what they cost new. Speak up.