our weekend starts on wednesday

July 1, 2011

So I had two days off in a row this week, making today feel like a Sunday.

It was kind of nice, actually, to have such a long stretch of time with no real obligations.

Got to read, catch up on some sleep, make jewelry for a custom order, etc.

Finished up A Million Little Pieces, about 6 years too late considering all of the hub-bub that went on with Oprah, etc.

I actually bought the book for about $1.50 at Case’s huge annual used book sale probably 4 years ago because I liked the cover with the little rainbow sprinkles, then just kind of forgot about it. Then, Oprah had James Frey on one of her last shows as a follow-up to the show she had a few years ago where she tore him a new one. (She basically just asked him how it felt to have a new one torn, as well as what he’s been up to lately.)

Anyway, after watching that episode I  remembered “Hey, I HAVE THAT BOOK!” and decided to read it and see what the big deal was.

I really really enjoyed it. If you can get past vulgar language and talks of crack whores, I say it’s worth the read.

If you live under a rock like I apparently had been, the basis of the controversy is that the book was pushed as a memoir, when really some parts of embellished/flat out fabricated.

Yeah, it sucks that it had to happen that way, but it still was a very moving book. You cheer for him like you cheer for Dexter. He’s thoughtful and compassionate.

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Anyway, I also did a lot of cleaning these past couple of days. You wouldn’t know it by looking at my old room, but I cleared out a few trash bags worth of Goodwill donations and, well, actual trash.

You see, my old bedroom in my parents’ house has over time become a dumping ground for any random thing that we don’t know what to with. And random hastily-packed bags full of art supplies and odds’n’ends from college.

…And don’t forget about the relics from high school (and earlier) that never left.

Hello, my name is Autumn and I’m a recovering Pack Rat.

I came across probably every drawing or piece of art I’ve ever made in my life. I found little goofy Star Wars toys and dozens of bottles of bubbles and the crayons that my friend Ashley and I melted on the stove and shaped with cookie cutters when my parents weren’t home. I even kept my book covers from high school, on which I collaged pictures of bands, famous artwork, quotes, quirky pictures, and The Parking Lot is Full comics (yes, I threw those away).

There is some stuff, however, that I can’t sort through on my own.

So I called on my dad today to help me out with just a few things.

I wasn’t expecting him to actually come upstairs, but he did and his first reaction to the piles of years of junk was, “Holy sh*t, Andy!

I guess he knew it was bad, but didn’t know how bad. I feel guilty for having trashed the place, but I really never had time to clean it up when I lived out of state. Now that I’m around, it has been strongly suggested to me by Dad to clean it all up. (Not that I didn’t already know that.)

Anyway, I showed him the bag of driftwood that I had acquired from Lake Erie (’cause you never know when you’ll need driftwood) to see if he wanted me to put it in the pile for for woodburner, or just throw it in the woods or whatever.

After a moment of pondering, he holds up a smooth flat log and exclaims, “This would make a good base for something!'” then holds up a smaller twisted piece and says, “This looks like a snake!” while proceeding to make a hissing sound and holding out two fingers like fangs.

DAD, THIS FRAME OF MIND IS WHY THE REST OF THIS [crap] IS HERE! (I say, gesturing Vanna-style to the piles of random junk in the room).

Still, he took the bag and I’m not quite sure what he did with it.

It’s tough being a creative person.

I’m still on the fence about some other things-that-could-become-other-things. Such as our old globe that still reads USSR. Or my extensive burned-out lightbulb collection, that’s hundreds of pieces strong and still growing. Or my box of circuit board pieces that one of the labs at school was just going to throw away.

At some point I have had or will have plans for them all, but it comes down to what I can realistically store or work with.

If any of you artsy folk out there would be interested in learning about what kind of unconventional “supplies” I actually have, feel free to contact me.

Hopefully I’ll have a more functional studio-type space soon and will actually be able to make all of the things that I want to. Imagine that!


Day 82: Monday, January 4

January 4, 2010

All right.

So the glow of the holiday season has pretty much faded and it’s been way too long since I’ve last posted an entry.  I had to pull up my little calendar on my toolbar and figure out what day it is  in my reverse-unemployment-countdown.

Or count-up, if that’s a thing.


I left off the day before the Last Minute Market in Lakewood.  It wasn’t quite as busy as the Handmade Arcade, but there was still a steady crowd and I ran into a lot of old pals.  Both Alison and Justine sat with me for a while to help me watch the booth, and I also got to talk a lot with Rich (who had seemingly come back from the dead) and Elena.

Unfortunately I didn’t bring my camera.  I didn’t know how long I would be at the booth by myself so I didn’t think I’d have time to get a lot of photos.  But you can see photos that other vendors had taken by clicking here.

I spoke with a lot of friendly sellers, too.   The girl beside me, Lisa of SleepyRobot13, gave me some great tips for gaining more exposure like submitting pics to other blogs and branching out to do different types of shows.  Another seller stressed the importance of creating a Facebook fan page, hence some of you may have received an invite for following my new Autumn’s Antics page once I set it up a few days later.  (Everyone else is welcome to fan my shop, by the way…)


Christmas with the family was wonderful.  Ryan and I spent about 5 days at my parents house eating lots of food and visiting with a lot of relatives and family friends.   We got to watch 24 hours of “A Christmas Story” as usual and did a little after-Christmas shopping on Saturday.  My sister even brought her 3 dogs over for an evening.

Basically, good times all weekend.


Since returning to Cleveland, Ryan and I have spent most of our time at home.

At first it was because we rearranged EVERYTHING in the apartment and had to spend days cleaning/sorting/organizing loads of junk.  We moved the bed into the living room, the couch into the dining room, and turned the bedroom into semi-soundproof music room for Ryan.  We consolidated most of my craft area to a corner of the dining room opposite the couch and tried to round up the remaining supplies to a few select locations around the house.

We took advantage of some sales and got lots of plastic storage containers, like wheely ones for under the bed and drawered ones for on my craft table.   While I assigned uses for these containers, Ryan worked on hanging up old towels and carpet remnants in the music room.

Though that room kind of looks like a bad Goodwill storefront, the rest of the house is spotless since we’ve seemingly found “homes” for most of our belongings.

Go team!

I even found some things that I forgot I had, like these kickin’ Chuck Taylor high tops that I customized in high school:

Not sure if they’ll fit anymore.  Maybe I’ll try selling them on eBay.


We never bothered to make any plans for New Year’s Eve, so we spent that at home, too.  Some of our pals were sick or busy and Ryan worked in the day so he ended up falling asleep early.  I uploaded some pics to Etsy and Facebook and watched a little of Dick Clark’s countdown.

Now we’re kind of stuck at home because of all the snow.  This is the slow season for Ryan’s work anyway, but the foot of snow outside isn’t helping much either.

It’s very pretty, though.  Maybe I’ll try to get some pictures.

Day 36: Thursday, November 19

November 19, 2009

This makes sense, but since I’m home a lot more than before, I have been increasingly concerned with housekeeping.  Which is lame, but important.

So today I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, and also made a quick trip to Pat Catan’s to escape the overwhelming smell of bleach…


I also have been spending more time online.  Actually, the morning news directed me to the video below.  They showed a brief clip, so I had to look up the rest.  It’s this Australian comedy band performing a medley of pop songs using the same four chords.

Now Ryan told me that not all of the songs they include were originally recorded with those chords, but it makes for good entertainment nonetheless.