Friday, March 26, 2010
The randomness of this story was either caused by old age (My life flashing before my eyes), serious procrastination (because I should be packing boxes for our move in a few days) or because of the randomness of the internet. Today I was doing the usual time wasting on the internet. I decided to google The One of a Kind Craft Show in Toronto because I sometimes play with the idea of doing that show. Their site led me to their blog and one more click led me to their facebook fan page. This is where I saw a comment from a woman named Devorah Miller. Well, Devorah Miller was someone that was a dance student with me way way back in Toronto when I was probably around 15. If I have the numbers mixed up just know it was a long time ago and child birth and motherhood sucked most of my brain cells out of my head.
One look at her name and this memory came flooding my mind. When I was all of 20, I hopped a flight to NYC to become a dancer. I'm sorry mom and dad, at 42 I would never dream of doing anything so foolish and I hope Dusty never leaves home. So, I didn't have a place to live or even know where I was planning to study. I didn't bother with a student visa. I just figured it would all work out. The fact that it did all work out I accredit to many of the angels who crossed my path in NYC. The first one that I met was named Uncle Izzie. Because I went to NYC on a tourist visa I did not have a social security number. Although technically you are not supposed to need one to open a bank account in the states, just try it and you will see that it's close to impossible. It was the beginning of September and the lines at all the banks were out the door. I tried two banks only to be turned down after standing in each line for over an hour. I got to Chase Manhattan and stood in that line with the fear of the same outcome. I was dressed in a guatamalan sort of poncho and a bunch of macrame bracelets. I learned to ditch this sort of outfit 6 months later after having a cigarette put out in my hair, but that's another story. There was a sweet old man behind me with a yiddish accent. He looked at my bracelets and made a not that funny joke about how many watches I had. I laughed anyways because I knew it would mean a lot to him if I did. He asked me what I was doing in NYC and I told him how I was a dancer and I had just moved from Toronto. He became so excited and said, (please apply strong yiddish accent) "Torrronnnttoooo, OY, do you you know my Devorah Miller?" Well, as it turned out I did know his Devorah Miller. I don't know if it was his grand daughter or grand niece, but he clearly loved her. "Oh you Shayna Maydele, I'm Uncle Izzie, if you need anything you just let me know." "Well," I said "If you could get me a bank account that would be great." I explained my predicament and he said no problem he knew everyone at this bank. Sure enough he did. When it was my turn he came over to the desk. The teller smiled at him and said, "Hello, Izzie, What can I do for You?" He said, "You make sure this nice young girl gets a bank account. When we got to the the question of social security number she just skipped right over it.
This story really has nothing to do with nothing, but it's amazing how all these memories stay with you and one random click of the mouse can bring it all back.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Well, we are one week away from moving day. I wish I could say there was a toilet a tub, a sink or a put together kitchen counter, but instead I'll say we work well under pressure. I think I really understand what it means to be overwhelmed. I'm not nervous. I'm just moving really slowly and I am having a lot of trouble focusing on what to do next. I'm not that unfamiliar with this state of mind since this is our third move in less than two years. I'll spring into action any minute now. Our little gift of endless sunshine is done for some time. Today it was pouring rain, damp and windy. The recycling didn't get picked up because the bag flew from the curb 20 feet back onto our lawn. I pulled up a photo of one of next fall's winter hats just to keep me real. This is Ruby in my beautiful new minky baroque fabric.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Two Weeks from moving date is not the best time to get spring fever, but one can't always control these things. Right now I should be packing boxes or painting our bathroom, but it's just so darn glorious outside. It's Nova Scotia cool, but the light is screaming hope and flowers. In the midst of cleaning out my studio I found many tiny felt flowers that I have made over the past few months as well as a long green felt rope from another uncompleted project. I started twisting the rope and playing with the flower placement and before I knew it I was seized by procrastination and this was the end result. I have just listed it in my etsy shop although I'm not really ready to part with it. This, of course may not be an issue. Happy almost Spring.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
This is one of my new Priscilla wedding fascinators. I love this hand dyed ribbon. It's made from silk velvet. It seems so bridal to me, but I wonder if there's someway of using it for us non brides.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
It's always so much fun when I go to check my etsy shop and I can tell by the ton of new hearts that I was probably on the front page. Here it is. It's always a thrill.