Last night my brother and Dacia hosted a Ghost story telling bonfire at her parent’s farm. 20 or so people gathered and my brother read a story he had written himself and people shared some stories they had heard or their own personal accounts. There was one story that wasn’t a ghost story but still I liked it enough to want to share. My brother’s friend Chad B. told this story that I wish I had recorded because my retelling of it won’t be as precious. When he was little, his older brother would take him downstairs into the basement late, late at night. In their basement they had a closet where they kept all their board games and his brother would reach down and get the Clue box. With a flashlight they would look at the cover with everyone’s face, Colonel Mustard, Miss Scarlet, etc. He’d look at each character’s face, mysterious and guilty at the same time. His brother would say “Who did it? Who did it?” and they would try and decide which character was the murderer until their imagination got the best of them and they had to run upstairs scared out of their wits. As a child it left such an impression on him that the game Clue continued to scare him years later.
This weekend I finally finished cutting and assembling all my Amy Earles paper dolls. So far, I have bought all three sets she has put out through her etsy shop. I’m not sure where I first discovered her, but I do know that she was my first partner in my marvelous mail community in Jan. of 2006 and I remember I sent her my handspun yarn and a miniature painting. I just know that I am always so jealous of people who have a definite style, because I feel my artwork is all over the boards. She has a definite style (that I am enamored of) and just looking at any of her pieces you can recognize it as her work.
Lastly, is this a Robyn table, or what? Instructions for making this table, using IKEA products, via poppytalk.
