tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53700980219403563922024-03-05T03:33:07.267-08:00Cinderella Lucindajewelry for the independent spirit since 1991Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-16507825270426309902011-11-27T14:18:00.001-08:002011-11-27T14:18:50.386-08:00<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1</div>Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-68082929684928904612011-08-31T14:43:00.000-07:002011-08-31T14:43:02.404-07:00Blowout on I-105<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Yesterday we blew a tire on the highway. In the 20 years of being on the road traveling for our business, this has never occurred, and it happened just a few blocks from where we live. The quirkier things got the more blessed we became. How does that work?<br /><br />Thank God for cell phones and AAA! With a tow truck on its way, Groom and I squeezed out of the vehicle and stood in the median to wait as people refused to slow down even with a stranded vehicle blocking one lane. They zoomed past, some swerving last second. What, were they texting and didn’t notice a completely stopped vehicle with its hazard lights on??<br /><br />A police officer responding to another call rolled up behind us with his flashing lights and officially blocked the lane. Huge sigh of relief! But as he approached the vehicle, I was momentarily concerned he was going to give us a ticket for interrupting traffic or standing in the middle of the highway or breaking some other law.<br /><br />Immediately another car experienced a flat right across from us, stopping traffic in her lane. At this point, the three lane highway was reduced to a single lane during rush hour. With the addition of a second police officer on the scene, gawkers from the opposite side of the freeway slowed oncoming traffic to a crawl. In other words, traffic was affected in both directions. Oh, the joys of being a temporary spectacle.<br /><br />Next, an ODOT (Oregon Department of Transportation) truck magically appeared with its flashing lights, cones and arrows. The scene just kept getting bigger. The opinions of the police officer, the ODOT gentleman and the tow truck guys were that it hardly <em>ever</em> happens that two vehicles in the same stretch of road at the same time get flat tires unless somebody has purposely thrown or accidentally dropped sharp blowey-outy tire things.<br /><br />With the addition of the ODOT truck, the police officer helping us was able to give Groom a ride home because we had a client waiting on our front steps for a design consultation, wondering why we had stood her up. I tried to walk home earlier but the policeman would not allow me to put myself and other motorists at risk by walking down the highway. Hey, I was just trying to keep my appointment.<br />
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<br />Since I was the one with the AAA card, I then waited by myself for the towers. When they had the van safely loaded on the truck bed, I was able to talk them into stopping at our house, helping me unload the van full of groceries (picture the frozen foods starting to melt), and then take Groom to Les Schwab for new tires. Yes, we definitely tipped them for their kindness and willingness to go the extra step.<br /><br />I then was able to design a pair of earrings for a woman who is leaving for Europe next week.<br /><br />Before, Groom and I believed that someone being blessed meant that nothing disruptive ever happens to them. But after this experience, we have a new definition. While I was scared for a little bit, I mean, it is unnerving to suddenly stop mid-high speed traffic, everyone was safe and we were immediately taken care of by AAA, the police, ODOT, the helpful towers, and they made it to Les Schwab just before closing time at 6pm. Everyone was kind, understanding and we have brand new tires.<br /><br />So perhaps being blessed means all’s well that ends well.<br />
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<br /><br />Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-11783755073332221722011-08-26T16:04:00.001-07:002011-08-31T14:44:30.769-07:00A Date in California<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello from sunny California! We're currently in the Bay area for the Palo Alto Festival of the Arts this weekend. <br />
Our big thrill of the day was finally finding fresh dates, pre-shrivel. They ARE as delicious as they were described to us. <br />
To all of you on the storm impending East Coast, or with loved ones there, we send thoughts of love and safety while waiting for Irene...<br />
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Groom knew there was something terribly amiss two days ago when I stopped talking. He became alarmed when I refused to eat. He knew to call the doctor when I didn't want my back gently rubbed for soothing.<br />
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But even a misadventure to the “ER” didn’t keep this fashionista-at-heart down for long because how could I miss last night’s “Full Steam Eugene Fashion Show?!” A cat walk full of varied-skilled models wearing steampunk inspired clothing handmade by local designers was worth the effort.<br />
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Admittedly, I ran out of gas before the show ended, so I missed the finale, but getting a sneak peak of the Fall Fashion line up was inspiring and I can’t wait to play dress up!Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-1648489750000260122011-08-17T12:34:00.000-07:002011-08-17T12:34:49.424-07:00Near Life Experience<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzz-EML2sf0lpbDRxLqMpqI_qlCsIuuS2_LpUvIBtDETw3SiyHk7zZx_PBNY43rClRk6i8NMxxd5Dw9uwgRWfmatHWOczxCZQP042yLU4JsNKt4wiFNyRazGi7jKPWf8U3J1Y1MzOc8sV/s1600/8-17-11+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzz-EML2sf0lpbDRxLqMpqI_qlCsIuuS2_LpUvIBtDETw3SiyHk7zZx_PBNY43rClRk6i8NMxxd5Dw9uwgRWfmatHWOczxCZQP042yLU4JsNKt4wiFNyRazGi7jKPWf8U3J1Y1MzOc8sV/s400/8-17-11+1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />
I almost died on my half-birthday yesterday. At least that’s what it felt like was happening. The day started out like any other including an early morning walk with Groom, a camera in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.<br />
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We were savoring the light, the shift in late summer flowers, noticing the bounty of growing squash in neighborhood gardens and having a great conversation.<br />
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But within 30 minutes of coming home, my throat started to swell and I was having trouble breathing. I could barely swallow and each attempt was excruciating. I could not eat and certainly could not speak.<br />
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Without insurance, things that would be scary enough under any circumstances tend to take on diabolical dimensions. My experience was abnormal and medical attention certainly needed. Groom called my doctor, even though I have not seen him in years (uninsured, remember?). Unfortunately, his office is in the midst of being relocated.<br />
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We were given the option of seeing another doctor later that afternoon out in Thurston or going to a walk-in clinic immediately here in Eugene. In between crying from the pain, trying to catch my breath and learning very quickly not to swallow, I made what I thought was a fiscally sound and life-affirming decision: The walk-in clinic.<br />
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I didn’t know if I would be around long enough to be seen late in the afternoon and when Groom called the clinic, they told him no one was in the waiting room and there were two doctors on staff so to come on down. We made sure that it was not the ER and we were assured that the ER had moved to RiverBend.<br />
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Fifteen minutes later when we walked through the door to the clinic, it was not empty. Several scary looking people, yes, scary, in various states of drug impairment were crying, yelling, coughing and one woman was complaining there was blood on the chair. Another man was taking a taxi to the Mission. This only confirmed that this was a “we see everybody” clinic.<br />
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Throughout the entire ordeal, I asked every person I encountered, from the check in person, the man who took my temperature and blood pressure, the nurse, the doctor, to the X-Ray technician how much these services were going to cost as I was uninsured.<br />
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Each person told me, “don’t worry about it.” Then added their own special deflection, “That’s not my department,” “I make sure not to know about the financial end of things,” “you’ll have to ask the front desk,” the front desk told me I’d have to ask billing, billing told me they had to wait for the coding which could take up to fourteen days.<br />
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<em><strong>Afterwards</strong></em>, to allay my concern (she says bitterly) they said I was being charged for an emergency visit. Plus a hospital room (you mean that little curtained cubicle?), plus the services of an ER doctor, plus emergency X-Rays, the strep culture, medications (liquid steroids to calm the swelling so I could breathe).<br />
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What? On a Tuesday mid-morning? This was a walk-in clinic. This was not after hours, this was not on the weekend, this happened in the middle of the day during the middle of the week. The billing clerk estimated the charges as several thousand dollars. For someone to look at my throat and peer into my ears?<br />
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I am almost speechless. After all my asking about the cost of services before I accepted them, why could they only tell me that on my way out the door? How is it that nobody could or would answer my questions so I could make an informed decision, but acted as though they had no idea until it was too late?<br />
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By the way, in case you’re curious, negative on the strep, normal blood pressure, no temperature.<br />
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But imagine this if you will. Moments earlier, my 80-year old father was painting his bedroom. He set the paint can on top of the ladder. He bumped the ladder, paint fell down went boom. All over his clothes, all over his shoes, all over the carpet, all over the plastic covered furniture.<br />
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My mother hears from the other room, “No. No no no. Nooo.” She enters the room to see my father covered in white paint. Next, they are squatting on the floor (not easy to do in my 40’s!), scooping up the paint with spoons. Retaining their renowned senses of humor, my mother asks dad, “Hon, was this on your list for today?”<br />
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He replies, “Of course it was. Was it on yours?” Then the phone rings on their end. Groom is calling to tell them about the near miss with their youngest daughter while we wait for my emergency room prescribed Rx. They don’t miss a beat, don’t bother to tell their son-in-law that they are covered in paint, they just lend their ear and support.<br />
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So if I didn’t die yesterday, but am not yet totally excited over that fact (too tired, bummed about the looming bills), then I can certainly at least look for the life affirming lesson and possible gift from this whatever it might turn out to be.<br />
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Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-36921422318198875292011-08-14T12:35:00.000-07:002011-08-14T12:35:57.659-07:0020/50<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ayQnKOLLmiINp9Q9JWZLoKEyKw__nE8m7icfP-hKdOREnbRODQlfstSXN5qJsdfUDyUZAlPxq_r4XJwKk4Cc3ld-f_yZ1RtIHE6t9aY5xjpxsJtElEmOqMUFzCtwsMgd1oydVupodVx4/s1600/8-14-11+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ayQnKOLLmiINp9Q9JWZLoKEyKw__nE8m7icfP-hKdOREnbRODQlfstSXN5qJsdfUDyUZAlPxq_r4XJwKk4Cc3ld-f_yZ1RtIHE6t9aY5xjpxsJtElEmOqMUFzCtwsMgd1oydVupodVx4/s400/8-14-11+01.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
My father pointed out that in terms of miles driven from Oregon to Utah and back, Groom and I traversed more than half way across the country. No wonder we’re tired!<br />
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We also celebrated 20 years of marriage and his 50th birthday while on the road. <em>Celebrated</em> might be too strong a word for riding 10 hours in the van that day, but hey, at least we spent it together.<br />
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Yes, we’ll be thinking of something imaginative to do for our milestone, but as we’ve already been blessed with a trip to Mexico and New York earlier this year, it won’t have to be over the top.<br />
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We would have posted more from the road, however, Internet reception for our laptop or phone was not very good (okay, practically non-existent) in the 7,000 feet above sea level.<br />
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Home to the Sundance Film Festival and the 2002 Winter Olympics, Park City is also a fertile training ground for athletes because it is darn difficult to breathe that high up when a person t’aint used to it. By the time a human body acclimates and can perform a sport impressively, then when back to playing on home turf, boy, can that athlete fly!<br />
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Speaking of home turf, we’re back on ours for a brief moment to create more stock and then head for California.<br />
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After 17 hours in the van spread over two days, we finally arrived in Park City, Utah this afternoon just in time for a good old fashioned thunder and lighting storm. I took photos of the drive including the menacing sky with my 35mm which is why this gorgeous blue sky and white snowy peaks of The Three Sisters are featured here instead. This one was taken yesterday closer to home with my phone. <br />
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Today is the first of our two day drive through the desert to Park City, Utah. First stop was Sahalie Falls which was so lush and green I got a moss-stache. Then came Sisters, Bend, Burns, Juntura and Vale. We have reservations in Boise, Id for tonight. We've been in the car for over 9 hours so far, but Groom and I have kept each other laughing all day so it's going by quickly.<br />
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While most of the country has been ensconced in a heat wave, the Pacific Northwest has been under a cool spell; apparently our corner of the map is where spring likes to summer. I’m not complaining, mind you, as Groom and I have spent day after day down in the dungeon, I mean basement studio making jewelry.<br />
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With the festival in Park City, Utah just around the corner of next week, we’ve had to remain focused on our work and been happy the weather has not lured us astray. <br />
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Wednesday, however, produced the kind of evening that is so beautiful it hurts a little. A friend came over for dinner and then we all walked downtown to participate in our community’s “Summer in the City” program. You know, concerts, outdoor movies, dodge ball and the like on the Ken Kesey Plaza.<br />
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This week’s activity was an art marathon. Fully clothed models posed while a bunch of us sketched with live jazz in the background. The poses were held for one, five or ten impossible minutes. Don’t know how they held their positions, but it was certainly fun for us.<br />
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All ages participated as well as all skill levels. It was a relaxed, charming event and we’d love to do it again.<br />
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Today was Gem Faire Day. While hunting for treasures a woman told me I looked like a "crow girl." Since I don't know what that is, I'm hoping it's a stylish cousin to the magpie, one who is attracted to rusty things.<br />
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After two days spent discussing what we should do (go to Portland to hunt for treasure? - among other ideas), preparing (ice for refrigerator, thermos full of hot water for coffee and tea, laundry done, batteries charged and etc.), the electricity went out at precisely 9:34am this morning. The men working outside our window apparently didn't want to electrocute themselves while making some neighborhood improvements. Here's Groom working by camp light. And within one hour everything was back on. Ha ha. All that fussing for nuthin'.<br />
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When we returned home from a walk this afternoon after snapping a photo of this Magnolia grandiflora in our neighborhood, we discovered a notice left on our doorstep by our local water and electric company informing that due to some "improvements" our electricity will be temporarily shut off on Thursday. What? No lights to work by, no computer, or jewelry tools usable in the basement studio. No cooking, hot water, or refrigerator usage. This is a precious work day needed after a successful Salem Art Festival so we can prepare for Park City. Ai carumba, we have no choice but to figure it out. <br />
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Sprinkles make it sound like cupcake toppings. It is not sprinkling, it is downright pouring rain in Salem for the Arts Festival. <br />
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What's more American than baseball, apple pie, and stir fry noodles? An art fair, of course. We're coming to you live from the Salem Art Fair and Festival, where the sky is blue (at least for now), the people are fun and the music good.<br />
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We stopped at a metal boneyard on our way to Salem before setting up the booth. It's amazing how beautiful rusty parts can be when struck with scrap fever. Tetanus shot with a coffee chaser anyone?<br />
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I think I’ve mentioned before how tuning in to the all-work channel can make a person dull, so Groom and I took last Friday off to go to the <a href="http://www.oregoncountryfair.org/">Oregon Country Fair</a>.<br />
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The number one question we’re asked: do we sell our jewelry there? The answer is no way, Jose! Not because it isn’t a great venue, it is after all, one of Oregon’s premiere events, the numero uno anticipated event of the year.<br />
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We don’t even apply, never have done because if we got in, then we’d have to work! The OCF is so fun, it would be torture to sit in our booth all day long while the crowds, dressed in their costumes, frippery, finery and plumage passed us by.<br />
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Nope! It’s the rare time Groom and I get to unshackle ourselves from the responsibility of minding the store and wander aimlessly throughout the dusty paths covering 80+ wooded acres, eating and visiting our way through the event.<br />
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And while we had a great time, the clock has struck midnight and this Cinderella couple finds themselves back in the studio, working overtime to prepare for the delightful <a href="http://aff2011.salemart.org/">Salem Arts Fair and Festival</a> coming up this weekend. <br />
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Well, what have we been doing? Gotta think. We participated in the <a href="http://www.lakewood-center.org/pages/Craft_Faire_2011">Lake Oswego Festival of the Arts</a> during the last weekend of June and experienced a stunning solar corona, halo, or whatever the perfect ring around the sun is called. The show was brilliant and we’re happy to have done it. <br />
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Our 4th of July was spent in the studio making jewelry for the upcoming <a href="http://aff2011.salemart.org/">Salem Arts Fair and Festival</a> and we forgot it was a holiday until the rocket’s red glare and loud explodey noises reminded us at twilight’s first gleaming.Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-80107213512709062282011-06-23T15:08:00.001-07:002011-06-23T15:08:47.819-07:00Silence May Be Golden, but It's Quirky Too<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xOgMgnnNSyyPOpxDtwFs87wA22hafl-Dnw7s1V1Rua-zXLaEdGVUVMZQzepaIGJ34d6byOz2nnipcXRrRqvQmWptIkuNRJLemEryGRGz94CLsvoVObPJj16MiA0d-EK6p-L4DSiSFt-8/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xOgMgnnNSyyPOpxDtwFs87wA22hafl-Dnw7s1V1Rua-zXLaEdGVUVMZQzepaIGJ34d6byOz2nnipcXRrRqvQmWptIkuNRJLemEryGRGz94CLsvoVObPJj16MiA0d-EK6p-L4DSiSFt-8/s400/honey%252520cone.jpg' /></a></p>We're currently in Portland, having just finished setting the booth up (in record time, I might add) for Lake Oswego. Two hours flat in case you were suffering from severitas curiosimus. That's faux Latin for severe curiosity. Here's another picture from the lost voice expedition I've been on.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div>Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-76845282212534651422011-06-22T15:30:00.000-07:002011-06-22T15:30:34.533-07:00GraywolfHappy beginning of summer everyone! My speaking voice is finally back, just in time to take our traveling gallery to the <a href="http://www.lakewood-center.org/pages/Sculpture-2011-Exhibit">Lake Oswego Festival of the Arts</a> in the Portland area this weekend.<br />
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The last few weeks have been very interesting following a visit from a tribal leader, Graywolf, up in Spokane. I don’t know if the two are connected, but one did happen right <em>after</em> the other: I became sick and lost my voice. <br />
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What I discovered, however, is that when I wasn’t diffusing my energy with words, words, words, I found my voice in other ways. My photography has taken a curious turn as has the jewelry. Thanks, Graywolf! <br />
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More photos to follow in the next few days. <br />
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Because I mention it often enough, it’s no surprise how much I delight in alignment, such as the date yesterday. Opening for the Eugene Saturday Market started April 2 which made yesterday, 6/11/11 the <em>eleventh</em> Market of this season. Alignment!<br />
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Yesterday morning Groom grabbed the camera and snapped this photo shortly after we arrived. I was not aware he had it aimed in my direction, so he caught the moment I noticed somebody I liked and hadn’t seen for awhile.<br />
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Often, it’s the simple things that gratify us, from the way the light hits something and makes it even more beautiful to interacting with friends.<br />
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Simple, uncomplicated, easy. Jackpot!<br />
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I lost my voice in Spokane and I still don’t have it back. It was raining all week, or all year apparently according to the locals, including Thursday when we had to set up for ArtFest (oh the many, many joys of setting up a booth in the rain…).<br />
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Fortunately, the sun came out Friday and lasted the entire three days of the show. So did the pollen. You see, I learned that pollen needs to be <em>dry</em> in order to do its thing, so with the first warm, <em>dry</em> day of the year, every pollen-bearing flower, plant, shrub, tree, hedge and bush let go with a celebratory whoosh and covered everything. Did I mention everything? <br />
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I must have had an allergic reaction to the stuff if my sudden coughing, sneezing, wheezing, hacking, sniffing, dripping and stopped up nose, headache, sore throat and loss of voice are indicative factors.<br />
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Why tell you about it? Because I’ve had no voice now for several days and it’s been an entirely new experience to spend time in virtual silence; quite unusual for this talkative spirit. But as always is the case for me, I am learning something new from it, and I’m feeling comfortable in my solitude, expressing myself visually with pictures instead of all my words words words.<br />
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</div>Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-64615640009547053752011-06-09T10:59:00.000-07:002011-06-09T10:59:54.830-07:00Ogling The GargoyleThe last few weeks for us have been about Washington. We went to Seattle for the U-District Street Fair and turned right around and drove to Spokane for ArtFest.<br />
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ArtFest is one of our favorite shows to do. Set in a beautiful park, surrounded by stunning Victorian architecture, it is a camera addict’s dream.<br />
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On the first day of the show, I met a budding photographer and we instantly hit it off. Groom watched the booth while she and I ran away from the circus with our cameras and practically drooled over all the turrets, transoms, and entablatures.<br />
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The next day we did it again, ogling the gargoyles, gables and cobblestones. <br />
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What felt great about the experience (besides playing hooky from the booth), is that we were both open to how the other one viewed the world. The lens was our magic door. I watched what animated her while she noted what sparked my attention. <br />
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There was no competition, only pure inspiration at play.<br />
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While I can’t speak for her, I feel that she helped me raise my game, and for that I offer a Thank You.Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-27901839672706877392011-05-20T21:06:00.000-07:002011-05-20T21:06:15.382-07:00Eating Like There’s No Tomorrow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35MHRwxp6qP5cMsgJSVYZFg1_hnM0954RS3UZoDSzPKuaYpkAP0Vsvc2SdUyxuySOtHf7lhc78PUQPNQH6H81YUWg_DVDrTvLjoL5C9meB-0U9a3YXU4Uk8JYY0SYzoIhvo_Cty4ykq4P/s1600/5-20-11+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35MHRwxp6qP5cMsgJSVYZFg1_hnM0954RS3UZoDSzPKuaYpkAP0Vsvc2SdUyxuySOtHf7lhc78PUQPNQH6H81YUWg_DVDrTvLjoL5C9meB-0U9a3YXU4Uk8JYY0SYzoIhvo_Cty4ykq4P/s400/5-20-11+03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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However, if today is the last day of life as we know it, then Groom and I spent it eating as if there was no tomorrow.<br />
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Based on the recommendations of people who live here and are in the know, we walked for miles today (well, at least for blocks and blocks), eating our way from neighborhood to neighborhood.<br />
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We started near the University of Washington (Husky Territory) and walked to Green Lake. On the way, we stopped at <em><a href="http://www.irwinsbakeryseattle.com/">Irwin’s Bakery</a></em> and tried one of their apple and pecan scones.<br />
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The footpath circling the lake charmed us and folks were in a collective good mood, something we attributed more to the first sunny day in Seattle to climb the mercury ladder hitting 70 degrees(according to the news report) than to people struggling to fit one more day of exercise before the impending apocalypse.<br />
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The sky dazzled blue, the sun took center stage and we continued from Green Lake to Ballard where we feasted on quiche, chocolate croissants and coffee at the beloved <a href="http://www.cafebesalu.com/">Café Besalu.</a><br />
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Leaving our vehicle safely parked in the hotel’s garage, we also used Seattle’s great bus system to get around in addition to bi-pedding it. From the Ballard neighborhood we cashed in our transfer tickets to catch a ride to Fremont where we took Kimmmm’s advice and sampled chocolate at <em><a href="http://www.theochocolate.com/">Theo’s</a></em>. We figured what have we got to lose (except all the extra calories) and bought the ghost chili pepper chocolate bar. So hot, it can turn one into a ghost. Sounded like a perfect day for such a claim.<br />
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I don’t know if this will be our last post or if there will be anyone left to read it, but it’s sure been a good ride. If we are here tomorrow, well then come on down to the street fair and say hello.Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-702632889159871002011-05-19T21:39:00.000-07:002011-05-19T21:41:14.483-07:00Hair of the Goat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUgJWP1QuhquzDL7LE49qqs0nzgGRHYUMcH2zYC9u-uSCvhhUgvfIjevZypdqOZrEewLHxYJqPt7d_WRwFyOV9jI0aD9UiR9L5VxnCmi3TKWyHwmKC9JJiXs1o8FUhV6Uo5sbC3aNXER6/s1600/IMG_4468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUgJWP1QuhquzDL7LE49qqs0nzgGRHYUMcH2zYC9u-uSCvhhUgvfIjevZypdqOZrEewLHxYJqPt7d_WRwFyOV9jI0aD9UiR9L5VxnCmi3TKWyHwmKC9JJiXs1o8FUhV6Uo5sbC3aNXER6/s400/IMG_4468.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We made it safely to the Emerald City this afternoon, what Seattle has been nicknamed since the early 80’s. The first thing we did after checking into our funky U-District flat was to hunt for something to eat.<br />
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Following the tantalizing aroma to <em>Garam Masala</em>, an “exotic Indian cuisine” restaurant on University Way, what else could we order but goat curry? It was mighty delicious. And this sign, also recently spotted, is pretty funny in light of our controversial lunch choice.<br />
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From the Ave we met up with friends and they took us to <em>Ivar’s</em> on Lake Union where we sat outside near the water, sipping coffee, catching up and watching the boats sail by. Some days I love my job.<br />
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The weather turned on the charm and behaved perfectly, bringing out the smiles in everyone we passed in this heavily populated area of what is also known as “Rainy City.” Hey, I thought that was Eugene!Cinderella Lucindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832333599473150246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370098021940356392.post-67998522501785387092011-05-18T17:08:00.000-07:002011-05-18T17:08:40.870-07:00Lucky Number 13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcm3dzqGvNWs26f745htb-Cyu0KBIiBthWDO68ilRHvf4Hs-6Mf6KGjK8hx5aMlb5YR6ZxG9T4iKpfcwdg3qOLumbKgyATgX6Q6wwOMGpZN84jVW_8zNdUU560XuniOY5b9ysAxwRkbtuP/s1600/5-18-11+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcm3dzqGvNWs26f745htb-Cyu0KBIiBthWDO68ilRHvf4Hs-6Mf6KGjK8hx5aMlb5YR6ZxG9T4iKpfcwdg3qOLumbKgyATgX6Q6wwOMGpZN84jVW_8zNdUU560XuniOY5b9ysAxwRkbtuP/s400/5-18-11+%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know, I know, we’ve been remiss. It’s been days since either Groom or I have written an entry, but if we had, it would look something like this…<br />
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Dear Diary, we packed the van.<br />
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Dear Diary, we unloaded the van.<br />
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Dear Diary, we’ve laundered the clothes, cleaned the house (again). Made more jewelry, rinsed the dishes, prepared for our housesitter, bought groceries, packed up our stuff, loaded the van.<br />
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Well, you get the picture and see why we would <em>never</em> bore you with such snoozy details. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1uNPPQrPL7GBWf7P2X6m1YAK6mauZ42n1Dyum7PCndjMKFD2CjIHEgQrmCjs9UUqmw-YUXBn0Hoj9U7MMloliGJDLkZACkUEyVwV90nojdcMMCpi_SeulYSU1PR07W2QviDJGQ0Tyq0X/s1600/5-18-11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1uNPPQrPL7GBWf7P2X6m1YAK6mauZ42n1Dyum7PCndjMKFD2CjIHEgQrmCjs9UUqmw-YUXBn0Hoj9U7MMloliGJDLkZACkUEyVwV90nojdcMMCpi_SeulYSU1PR07W2QviDJGQ0Tyq0X/s400/5-18-11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
In case you’re still awake, we’re almost ready to hit the trail again, heading for Seattle this time to sell our jewelry at the <a href="http://www.udistrictchamber.org/StreetFair/index.html">U-District Street Fair</a>, where as you can see by this sign, you can find anything including “Psoriasis and Exzema.” Apparently it is free and lasts forever.<br />
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And with the iffy-mixed weather reports, all I can do at this point is invoke the well-worn and beloved ancient Saturday Market incantation, “sun, oh sun, sun I hope.”<br />
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