Always thinking.....

Robin and I were at lunch the other day.  I knew something was up when she asked if I was losing weight, THEN mentioned my tan.  So I asked her what she wanted.  "I volunteered us for something in a couple weeks."  "What?", I asked as I took another messy bite of perhaps the best Philly Cheesesteak I'd ever had.  Hmm.  Wonder if I have lost a pound or two?  I'll have to weigh tomorrow.

"In a couple weeks in Asheville, there's an AIDS walk.  I signed us up.  It's three hours and I didn't think you'd mind."

"That's fine - I like stuff like that.  Wait.  Three hours?   We're walking for three hours?"

"No, it's like a 5K."

(Like she has any idea how far a 5K is.  It's around three miles, right?)  "Then why do you say it's three hours?   It'll be about an hour."

"We're handing out condoms after."

The old Kim would have first thought,  "I am NOT hanging out in Asheville handing out condoms."

The new Kim's first thought, "DUCT TAPE CONDOMS!!!!!!!  Is it possible?!".

Wine bag!

 

Perfect gift bag for the holidays or anytime you go to a friend's house for dinner or a party.

Gator Totes!

No, this is not a duct tape purse.

Although.....?  If Lady Gaga can wear a meat dress, why couldn't I make a meatloaf purse?  Christmas is coming, people.  Contact me soon for your order.

No.  Today it's time to step away from the tape.  Was thinking about it, but when I unloaded my dishwasher this morning to find remnants of hot pink duct tape attached to my "I LOVE NY" coffee cup, I decided to definitely take a day off.

We were in such a purse making frenzy all week, we didn't get to the grocery store once.  Ran out of everything, so that was first on the agenda.  Robin decided it was time for a meatloaf dinner.  It's time for me to get BOTFRATTIRMI (back on track for real and this time I really mean it) with eating better, so I splurged on the 93 percent lean meat.  $4.49 a pound.  Bought two one pound packages.  We're going on a hike/picnic tomorrow and will have meatloaf sandwiches, a favorite in the Hellman Frasier household.  Got some other stuff and left the store.  Stopped at a convenience store and when Robin ran in, I checked my receipt out of boredom.   Two things of hamburger - $16!!!    Robin returned and I told her what happened.  "Oh Lord" was her response.  She is the type to let it go, and sometimes I'm OK with that mentality, but I just could not wrap my brain around a $16 meatloaf.

Returned to the store with meat and receipt in hand.  Went straight to the meat department to see who was responsible for the mistake.  Had to ask the butcher to come show me which meat was $4.49 per pound.  It was not the one I had picked up, but in my defense, the sign was very misleading.  Went to customer service and asked her to exchange one for the other.  Very nastily, she said, "OK, but, I'm gonna have to throw these two out because they left the store."   Sometimes I am easily guilted, but not this time. She angrily threw them in the trash and glared at me.  She then completed the transaction without saying a word and huffily gave me my change.

Once home, as I started putting the groceries away, or should I say, as I watched Robin putting the groceries away (she loves to do it), I started thinking.  She threw away $16 of meat and sold me $9 worth.  She should have apologized for the confusion and just charged me $9 for the $16 meat.  Then she (ie:  the store) would only be out $7, not $16.  Maybe I'll go back and explain my thought process to her.  She'd appreciate that.

Goodbye Kitty.

I made this today with a little girl in mind.  Hope to sell it Friday night at the "Girls Night Out" shindig.  I love the colors and think a larger version would make an oh so cute beach bag. 

Dog purse.

This is the one that sold right off my shoulder.  The one that Robin literally turned her nose up at.

(I really would like to write about non-purse related subjects, but's kinda taking over my life right now.  I am not complaining.)

Change purse for a friend's daughter with her school colors.

This house is not a home. It's a friggen sweat shop.

Duct tape has taken over our lives.  We literally have dozens of rolls of the stuff all over the dining room.  We have an Exacto paper cutter which needs a new blade and we're on our fourth pair of scissors in a little over a week.  Yesterday we took a break and paraded our stuff up and down Main Street like hookers.  WE NEED TO RECEIVE OUR BUSINESS CARDS.  We get  stopped by so many people, but without business cards and a website, it's hard to really take orders.  We carry purses within purses and whip them out as needed.  We were in line somewhere yesterday and a teenager had a "Hello Kitty" sweatshirt on.  Robin had our "Hello Kitty" purse inside the purse she was carrying.  She took it out and showed the girl.  We started chatting with her mother, who works in a nursing home.  Said the ladies in the home love to buy purses and we should go there.  Not sure about that, but we'll see. 

Iris is on board too.  We've made two for her so far and she carries them to temple and parties.  Again, no card, no order, but she gets compliments.  We were at a coffee shop the other day and the barista fell in love with the dog purse I made (which Robin hated - said it was too ungepatched, which is Yiddish for "all messed up" or "busy").  I wondered if selling a bag I made would be hard to do, like giving up a baby or something.  I know my answer.  I turned my purse upside down on the counter, asked for a plastic bag for my contents and offered it to the girl as if  it was a baby with a dirty diaper.  "Here.  It's all yours."

OH MY GOD - if she tells me to get off my blog and order Gator tape one more time I'm gonna use this tape for something other than bags. 

Anywho, the above is probably my favorite bag so far.  Love the pink with the black and white.