Very exciting news!! My jewelry will now be sold in a shop called Turtle Creek Pottery, in my small hometown of St. Ansgar, IA! Our little town is known for its gift shops and I am proud to have my jewelry on display for sale! The shop is owned by Katie, a gifted artist herself. Her shop is adorned with beautiful pottery and many other handmade gifts. It has a lot of variety - some art is whimsical and light while others are more country styled. It's a wonderful atmosphere, where you can even go in and paint your own pottery! Please visit her website at http://www.katiejoypottery.com for more information, photos of her art, and store hours.
I was back at home this weekend to participate and sell my jewelry during Oatmeal Days. It used to be called Town & Country Days, and was a big celebration with games, street vendors, face painting, street dance, parade, etc. They changed it this year to Oatmeal Days to reflect the fact that our town makes oats. I can't remember off the top of my head where we supply to, but I know malt-o-meal is one of them. It was so much fun to talk with people I haven't seen in years, run into old teachers (as in 3rd grade), and see friends I graduated with. We were also apparently supposed to have the unofficial biggest pot of oatmeal ever, but I didn't happen to see it... How's that for ironic?
And sometimes, there's just nothing better than going back home just to walk into the house, take a deep breath, smell the comforts of long ago, and say "it's good to be home!!" There are years of memories in that house, and every time I return, I'm reminded of how wonderful and deep rooted they really are.
I was back at home this weekend to participate and sell my jewelry during Oatmeal Days. It used to be called Town & Country Days, and was a big celebration with games, street vendors, face painting, street dance, parade, etc. They changed it this year to Oatmeal Days to reflect the fact that our town makes oats. I can't remember off the top of my head where we supply to, but I know malt-o-meal is one of them. It was so much fun to talk with people I haven't seen in years, run into old teachers (as in 3rd grade), and see friends I graduated with. We were also apparently supposed to have the unofficial biggest pot of oatmeal ever, but I didn't happen to see it... How's that for ironic?
And sometimes, there's just nothing better than going back home just to walk into the house, take a deep breath, smell the comforts of long ago, and say "it's good to be home!!" There are years of memories in that house, and every time I return, I'm reminded of how wonderful and deep rooted they really are.