Happy Thanksgiving from a couple of turkeys and a Goose:
May your stomach be bigger than your eyes as you wolf down all those Thanksgiving goodies! Hope you all wore your Thanksgiving pants….I sure did! Stretch pants for all!
We’re out and about, galavanting around Vermont spending as much time as humanly possible with our family. We’ll be back to a relatively normal blogging schedule starting tomorrow. In honor of Black Friday, I’ll have one ginormous gift guide post for you all. And being a full-time Etsy seller, of course every…single….item…on the gift guide can be bought on Etsy (note the dramatic pauses).
So happy Thanksgiving to you all! Enjoy your turkey and pie…we sure will!
Pssst…What are your Thanksgiving plans? Spending time with your family? Friendsgiving it up?! Watching reruns of Friends Thanksgiving episodes? The one where Joey gets stuck in the turkey is my all time favorite!
Bueller….Bueller….Bueller…..Anyone out there? Is this thing on?! Long time no blog post! Seriously…it’s been a month. I couldn’t even remember how to log into my blog it’s been so long! And the comments and the emails…goodness…I’ve got some serious catching up to do. So if you’re recently (and by recently I mean the last couple of months) left a comment, asked a question or sent an email, I’m just getting around to them.
But let’s cut to the chase and the big question on everyone’s mind (who am I kidding…just my mom’s mind), “Where have you been?!”. Let’s just say I haven’t been terribly good about balancing the day job, the Etsy shop, and life in general. So what did I do about it? I quit my job. Boom. I just wish I had done it with a little bit of flair (or twelve pieces of flair) like Marina Shifrin did in this video:
So now that I’ve dropped the bomb, here’s how this all went down. Since May, we’ve had steady sales on Etsy. From day one, we were selling enough product to make a decent living. It wasn’t quite enough to match my day job salary but it was more than enough to live. In the back of my mind, I knew running Roostic full time was a possibility in the not so distant future. So I worked hard, squirreled away most of our profits, and grew our sales to a point where our profits were outpacing my salary on a pretty consistent basis.
This was late September. Then crazy(er) things started happening. I was approached with wholesale offers on such sites as Shoppe by Scout Mob and Domestica, both offers I couldn’t pass up, and our products were being featured by such behemoths as Sweet Paul, Better Homes & Gardens, the W Network and more. Given that I was averaging about 4 hours of sleep a night (on a good night) those wholesale offers weren’t ones I could take on right away. Something had to go. And after much soul searching, a few tears, and a lot of discussion with Colby about whether or not this was the right decision, I put my notice in at work and signed the wholesale contracts.
November 1st was my last official day at my day job as the marketing director for NH Bragg and Sons (an industrial distributor…hence my love for tools). I’m not gonna lie. As much as I thought I was going to waltz out of there all ecstatic-like about my new adventure, it was bittersweet. I had been there for over six years. I grew up there. I finished grad school there, moved into my first big girl apartment there, met Colby there (not literally), got engaged and married there, and worked with some amazing people. I learned so much and really grew up at NH Bragg, as a marketer and as a person.
But I couldn’t wait to get going running Roostic full time. We had just started wholesaling on Scout Mob and had 125 orders in our first week there! Eeek! Not to mention a ginormous, 50 piece order to get to. Needless to say, we were busy. I spent many days and evenings hanging out in the basement sanding my fingers to the bone. And just when I thought we had caught up, and I could do my first load of laundry in over a month (don’t worry…I had clean underwear…Colby did a couple loads of laundry…although…folding is not his strong suit…he just dumped it on the kitchen table…where we got dressed each morning since that’s where the clean clothes were…I wish I was kidding), then boom, UPS broke all but 8 of the 50 piece RUSH iPad stand order and we had to do it again. Thus, the reasons for the radio silence this past month.
But we’re back, baby! Back in a
New York blogging groove! I’ve missed blogging…like MISSED IT, missed it. It’s the thing I like to do at night before bed to wind down for the day. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up with a regular blogging schedule as we’re just getting into the big, holiday rush, but I’m going to try. I’m aiming for posting five times a week, Sunday through Thursday nights, like back in the good ol’ blogging days before Etsy came around. So stay tuned for more house project shenanigans. There may be a new rug situation we need to update you on, some new-about-to-die-if-I-don’t-water-them plants in the house, and a big ol’ kitchen remodel on the horizon. And of course Goose pictures…because what would this blog be without the Goose!
Pssst…Have I mentioned yet that I missed YOU GUYS?! Man have I missed you guys!!! And all your sweet comments!
In the last couple of years, we’ve really been working hard renovating the inside of our home. Which left us with a TON of projects and to-do’s left to tackle on the outside of our home. And the rarely photographed front yard was no exception. Other than fixing some peeling paint, attaching lattice to the bottom of the porch, and planting a couple of hydrangeas in front of the porch, we haven’t really tackled anything. But I have a reason for that…a legitimate reason…and it’s not shear laziness, although that’s totally a legitimate reason. No, it’s because of a little old piece of granite.
Yes, I am 100% blaming our lack of front yard landscaping on a rock. That’s just how I roll. And because it wouldn’t be a quality, Angie-style blog post without a little back story, here’s the story about the granite that’s in the middle of our front walkway. And yes, we call that broken up, grassy monstrosity of a mess a front walkway. Our poor mailman. Or poor Colby who has to mow the walkway every week.
A couple of years ago, just weeks after we paid a ridiculous sum of money to dig up our street to replace our sewer pipe, the city of Brewer decided to tear up the road and sidewalks to repave them. When they did that, they dug up the very large and heavy piece of granite that was embedded at the end of our walkway. A number of our neighbors also had a piece of granite like ours at the end of their walkways but no one else had theirs dug up. Just us. Apparently we’re targets for granite digging shenanigans. So they dug up the granite, repaved the road, repaved the sidewalk, and left the giant rock IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR LAWN! Seriously! Five angry phone calls to the City of Brewer, all of which they either denied digging up our walk or said they would send someone “right over” to fix it, the rock never got replaced. Somehow, Colby and I managed to drag it over (quite painfully) from the middle of our lawn and onto the end of the walkway. We joked about hitching Goose up to it to see if he had enough pent up energy to move the rock that easily weighed 7 times Goose’s weight (a total of 350 lbs). We didn’t know what to do with the rock…we couldn’t move it, didn’t know how to fix it, and just wanted it gone. We even debated putting a “FREE” sign on it, aiming a video camera at it, and watching all kinds of crazies try to take the granite because after all, it’s free. So a couple years go by and we decide we need to do something about this granite piece. We want to start working on the front yard….prettying it up, building a brick walkway, replacing the stairs, and performing some general landscaping. But the rock had to go. So this guy showed up at our house on Sunday.
For you locals out there, that’s Jay who owns Clifton Holes and Poles and he is phenomenal! Here’s where our story gets even crazier. We didn’t call the guy. This is one of those I know a guy who knows a guy situations. One random evening we were talking to our neighbors up the street (for the record…we have some really cool neighbors…so cool that we willingly get together periodically to discuss the neighborhood goings on over adult beverages…our get togethers may also include fire). They were asking what was going on with the granite, we confessed wanting to get rid of it, they offered to take it. Our response…if you can move it, it’s yours! Turns out our neighbors know a guy with a crane who also happens to run a tree trimming and hole digging business. Doesn’t everyone know a guy with a crane?! Those are our neighbors in the background and their house is the white one two white houses up from us (one of the reasons I’m jonesing to paint our house gray…no more trio of white houses).
Out came the pick poles, stakes for levers, and polyester slings.
And before we knew it, the rock was airborne. And it didn’t even have to go through military training to go airborne.
Into the back of the truck and up to the neighbors’ house the granite slab went where they did something really cool with the it. While Jay was there, they had him dig a decent sized hole in the middle of their flower garden with that ginormous auger on the back of his truck. Then, using the crane, he placed the granite into the hole lengthwise, so the end of the granite was sticking up out of the dirt a few feet. It looks so cool and I’m kind of jealous they thought of it first and now they have our granite. Good thing that sucker weighs so much or I might have resorted to granite thievery in the middle of the night.
Anyway…I’m super stoked that the granite is gone and I’m already starting to scheme up ideas for the front of the house. I’m trying not to go too crazy (like paint the entire house…although I really want to) since we have so many other projects already in the works. But we’ll see. I usually pick my next project based on my level of frustration with something going on at our house. So if the walkway annoys me enough, it will inevitably end up gone.
Pssst…Who do you know with a crane? Or a big truck?!
I can’t explain, I really can’t, but I’m attracted to odd, bizarre and generally out there items. Case in point…my latest flea market/antique store find…an old wooden pet carrier.
What is wrong with me?! Seriously! I think I need an intervention. I truly need a wooden pet carrier like I need a kick in the pants with a frozen boot. Nobody really needs that, it’s completely unnecessary. But during a not so recent trip up to the County (it was one of those super quick trips to see my mom for a few hours while I tagged along on a work related trip with Colby), I came across the pet carrier at an antique store yard sale…which was in an Irving gas station parking lot. I kid you not, here is the photographic evidence. Although I should have taken it at an angle so you could see the Irving behind it, or the KFC beside it.
But the best part of the story is yet to come. I picked up my pet carrier and held it tight for fear someone else would snatch it up (who was I kidding…I’m pretty sure I was the only person in The County that day who would want that), and shamelessly borrowed $10 from my mom to buy it since I didn’t have any cash on me, and headed to the cash register to check out. Then (here comes the best part), a toothless old man squatting on a 5 gallon pail turned upside down, asked me, “you gonna catch some varmen’ in that thing”. You just can’t make that stuff up! After fighting off the snort laugh, since you don’t get any more “County” than that, I replied, “no, I’m thinking of using it as a planter to plant flowers in”. That’s when all the ladies surrounding the old man started cooing “ooooh, what a cute idea”. But alas, I have yet to plant flowers in it. Maybe this weekend if it stops raining for two seconds, since I kind of want to spray paint it first. My spray painting, trigger finger is getting itchy!
But here’s where I need your help. I’m not 100% convinced that I want to plant flowers in the pet carrier. I’ve been trying to come up with alternative uses for an old pet carrier but I’m coming up blank. Pinterest is also of no use. Apparently “pet carrier crafts” are in low demand on Pinterest these days. Who knew?! But you heard it here first, I’m starting the pet carrier craft trend. Think it will catch on?! Me neither. But crazily enough, since bringing home the pet carrier, I’ve seen similar versions of it at yard sales, antique stores and flea markets ever since. Maybe I am onto something?! Most likely not.
Pssst…So do tell, what would you do with the pet carrier? And I’m totally channeling the old “What Would You Do” show on Nickelodeon right now…sing it with me…wha wha what would you, wha wha what would you, wha wha what would you do!
Because…1) I’m exhausted after a really long and frustrating week (starting with an impromptu 14 hr round trip road trip this past weekend, 2) the weather is GORGEOUS outside right now, and 3) the Red Sox are on and KILLING IT tonight…I don’t really have a good project or witty tutorial to share with you. Bad blogger…bad. But I do have a little Goose video to share with you all. And you can just file this little video under Campbell randomness and epic shenaniganary. Seriously…look at the post tags…I literally have a category called shenanigans where you can learn about all the oddities that make us, US! Including a little tossing a tub out the window video. I wish I was kidding.
Anyway….back to the Goose video. Every work day, I come home on my lunch hour (I literally have a four minute commute…I’ve timed it) to play with the dog. Goose appreciates it. He licks my face to tell me that. As much fun as lunchtime play dates with the Goose are, sometimes it gets uber difficult to actually eat my lunch since he’s all “play…play…play…play….MOMMMM…PLAY!” So the other day, while Colby was also home for lunch, we came up with a new game…hide a cookie under a Frisbee in the kitchen and let the Goose go. Observe.
Why do I find this SO funny? Goose trying to get a cookie from underneath a Frisbee? HILARIOUS! Just me? Yeah…probably. Shouldn’t I find this slightly tortuous upon my fur baby?! Nope. I enjoy eating my salad in peace while he paws after the cookie. He loves it. And thank goodness our floors aren’t precious!
Pssst…So I pinky promise to knock off a few projects this weekend. No emergency trips across state lines…I swear. We’ve got a few projects to knock out for the bathroom, and…fingers crossed…we’ll be ready to let you in on a little secret/announcement next week! Curious now, aren’t you?! Or maybe not. Enough about us…what do you all have planned for the big week end?! Any projects? Dish!