After much consideration the academy decided to present little ole me with The Versatile Blogger Award. And by academy I mean the lovely gal behind Paper Doll Vintage. I am thrilled to know someone out there likes my poor neglected blog enough not only to follow but to also nominate it for an award. So, Tawnya if you are reading this, thank you again for choosing me as one of your lucky seven.
The Versatile Blogger Award Rules…
- Thank the person who awarded you and link back to them in your post.
- Tell 7 Random facts about yourself.
- Pass the award on to 7 new found bloggers.
- Contact each blogger you want to pass the award on to and let them know you’ve done so, and let the giver of your award know you accept it… or not.
Seven things about me…
1.) I didn’t always like yard sales and thrift shops. Gasp! It’s shocking, I know. My aunt would drag me to every yard, garage, porch and/or junk sale from here to the county line if it meant she was going to find a treasure. As a teenager I was mortified. I cannot even begin to explain the sheer horror I felt when we would pull into the driveway of a classmate. “OMG! Just kill me now. My life is over anyway.” That was until I discovered vintage clothing. The day I found a treasure trove of 1970’s bell bottoms and embroidered blouses was when I finally realized how silly I had been. From that moment on I was hooked. I went from slinking down in the seat to hanging my head out the window screaming “Go back! You missed the turn!” I was the first one out of the car and the last one back in. I had no fear and would shamelessly ask the homeowners if they still had any of their old clothes from when they were my age. Some did, some didn’t and the ones who did LOVED that I had such an interest in them. I have had more than one OH (that’s Original Hippie) tell me how happy it made them to pass their belongings on to a new generation. And now that I have reached the point of no longer being trusted by anyone under 30 (kudos to those of you who understand that) I can see why they were so excited.
2.) My very first dream as a child was to be a singer in a band. I’m pretty sure I spent the majority of my childhood in front of a mirror, hair brush in hand and singing at the top of my lungs. It wasn’t until I had a sing off with my then best friend (and future Opera singer) that I realized I had no talent. It crushed me. I mean really crushed me. I even gave up on dreams until several years later when I received a set of hand me down Fashion Plates. After that I was hell bent on becoming a designer. Unfortunately that dream was never realized either. I have since moved on to drummer, or possibly the Aflac duck.
3.) Speaking of childhood… I was a tomboy through and through. I refused to wear shoes, played in the dirt, collected bugs and was always covered in sweat. I’m actually surprised I still have skin left on my knees and elbows considering my aunt used Ajax to clean the dirt off. That is not an exaggeration. My aunt has literally scrubbed my knees and elbows with household cleaners. I can’t make this stuff up.
4.) I am currently growing out a pixie cut… and it’s not pretty. I should also mention that I have naturally curly hair(aka: the bane of my existence). I also just started the Curly Girl method. I’m two days in and can already tell a difference. My hair feels softer and the curls are more defined. For those of you who may be interested I highly suggest the Curly Girl Handbook by Lorraine Massey. You can also find a wealth of information at the sites listed below.
5.) Before opening my Etsy shop I was the proud owner of a brick & mortar store. I sometimes miss it but then I remember the expenses, being screwed over by a wholesale company and the fact that East Tennessee is NOT the best place to open a vintage shop. I should have invested in Wal-Mart, fast food or possibly built my own church.
6.) I was once accused of attempting to poison my local utilities company with Anthrax. Again, I can’t make this stuff up. It was several years ago when the Anthrax scare was running rampant and everybody in my home town thought we were going to be the next target. Well, everybody except me and the other three people who had half a brain. To make a very long story short, I had this HUGE chalk bank that I kept spare change in. It was great because it could literally hold several hundred dollars in change but the downside was the residue it left allover the coins. I had used some of those coins when paying my utilities bill and because there was a “white powder” on them the teller freaked out. She even complained of a headache, left work early and made a trip to the ER. Complete drama queen just trying to get attention. Anyway, it was a humorous and eye opening experience. It was also the day I realized I wanted to be as far away from that town as I could possibly get.
7.) And last but not least, a bunch of randomness… I used to iron my money. When I had sleepovers I made my friends change their socks before getting in my bed. I have scar on my forehead from a car wreck when I was two years old. I prefer salty over sweet snacks. I require advance cleaning notice before company comes over. A photo of me with Josh Homme was published in Blender magazine. I am hopelessly addicted to "Tales of Mere Existence" by Lev Yilmaz. I love 80s horror. My great grandmother was French. And I still want to be a singer. :)
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