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Oklahoma Renaissance Festival

I love May.  Although it is insanely busy, there’s a lot of good stuff that happens in May. I headed to the Oklahoma Renaissance Festival at the Castle at Muskogee over the weekend to see good friends, take in some music, and add to my ever-expanding collection of cool unique things.  Mission accomplished.

The girls who introduced me to Renaissance Faires and I piled in the car early on Saturday morning to make the short drive over to the Castle.  We ran into my friends who exposed me to the wonderful, terrible joys of Cards Against Humanity as soon as we walked through the gates.  I got to meet some new people, and catch up a bit before one of the kids wanted to see knights beat on each other. (Always entertaining.)

Frphoto (10)om there we headed over to visit the lovely Yolanda Pears of Royal Eggs.  She makes the most beautiful things, and photo (8)she does it all with real eggs.  Ostrich, rhea, emu, peacock, pigeon, quail (and probably more that I forgot about) all make an appearance in her art.  As always, temptation abounds when I visit her.  They’re all so pretty, but I only have so much money!

Fortunately, I narrowed down my list to four pretty quickly, and decided to let fate play a hand in which one I would bring home with me.  This time, the newly hatched Pegasus called my name…and my budget, plus the fire dragon went home with someone else.  The Pegasus is beautiful, and he now holds a place among the other fantastical creatures I’ve acquired from Royal Eggs along the way.

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photo (5)However, Yolanda is not the only talented artist to cross my path at the Castle at Muskogee.  This year, I stumbled across someone new, and was immediately entranced by her designs (she’s just a couple of spots down from Royal Eggs).  She makes the most gorgeous and unique hats and jewelry. Lilly B. Haven‘s work pulled me in from the boardwalk to take a closer look.  Her hats, in particular, are just awesome, and I wish that I had some photos to show you.  Each one is a one of a kind piece, and as I was telling my friend, even if you can’t think of a place to wear them, they are works of art.  They would make an amazing addition to any wall they graced.

photo (1)For me, I was drawn to the jewelry with bullets as a design element.  I fell in love with the angel wings surrounding a bullet with stars as an identifier as well as a Winchester Colt 45 in front of a sunburst.  Not only did I find them to be cool as hell, but I thought it was also a nice, mostly subtle, way to show my appreciation for one of my favorite shows, Supernatural.

photo (4)Okay, for those of you who haven’t gotten sucked into this fandom yet, read this.  The ultra short version is that Supernatural follows the Winchester brothers as they hunt the things that make you afraid of the dark (unless you watch Doctor Who, then you know that the reason you’re afraid of the dark is the Vashta Nerada).  A special Colt with demon killing powers features heavily in the first few seasons, so finding a Winchester Colt 45 bullet at the center of a design that caught my attention, just seemed too perfect for words.  Between the angel wings and stars inscribed on the bullet, I had no hope of resisting the pin.

While the designs weren’t inspired by the show, both the ladies in the booth are fans of Supernatural, and loved the fact I made the connection.  By the time I finished talking with the lovely ladies there were hugs all around, and I was cursing my hectic May schedule that wouldn’t allow me to come back and visit the festival another day.

The whole day turned out to be wonderful, with friends, music from favorite pirate groups The Musical Blades and The Jolly Rogers.  Great stories set to music with Alexander James Adams, who plays and sings beautifully.  It wouldn’t be a faire without stopping to listen for a few minutes.  There was so much to see and do that we had to pick our favorites for the day, but, as always, it left us wishing for more time.

Even the one negative from the day, I lost my wallet, turned into a testament to the goodness of people.

A couple of days ago, after a rough start to my week, I got a Facebook message from someone I don’t know saying that she and some friends found my wallet.  They sent it back to me via Certified Mail.  They didn’t even take money for postage out of my cash.  Just in case you were wondering, there really are good people out there. (Yes, they are definitely getting a “thank you” card, and maybe a little something extra for their trouble)

‘Til next time,

Jessica

 

 

 

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To Boldly Go

 

 

Roddenberry's Star

Roddenberry’s Star (Photo credit: thewind)

 

To Boldly Go

 

In Oklahoma, we have this great media company, This Land Press, that tells the stories of our state that don’t get a lot of attention.  Through them, I’m learning a lot about the place I’ve spent more than half my life.  For example, today, I discovered that there is a place with a set made to resemble a Star Trek bridge.  You can go film there, take pictures for weddings, whatever…for free.  I’m not a huge Trekkie, although I’ve watched just about every episode aired, and every movie made (… wait … that’s a lot of Star Trek … maybe … whatever).  Now, I really want to write a short screen play, gather up anyone who wants to a film a movie…on a Star Trek bridge…in Oklahoma City…

 

‘Til next time,

 

Jessica

 

 

 

 

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My Voice is Playing Peek-A-Boo

Allergy starter

Allergy starter (Photo credit: gibsonsgolfer)

Ah, allergy season.  This year has been full of new and interesting surprises.  Today I discovered that Oklahoma City is the worst city to live in if you have allergies.  Tulsa is 108 miles from Oklahoma City, and you remember the song from Oklahoma “where the wind comes sweeping down the plains”?  I imagine Tulsa isn’t much better for allergies than OKC.  There really isn’t much to stop the wind…flat is…accurate

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Since things have started growing, my allergies have decided to try to kick my butt.  Running apparently aggravates allergies.  Not surprising, you’re outside sucking in more allergen filled air.  I didn’t expect to have my very first allergy induced asthma attack, to discover that if there is enough pollen in the air I’m greedily inhaling that my throat will begin to swell, or that I’d lose my voice two afternoons in a row.  Not mornings.  Just afternoons.

Tulsa Skyline

Tulsa Skyline (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Evil, pretty growing things in Tulsa.

Today, I returned from a lunch spent quietly running errands, no more than a “Thank you” or “Have a nice day” uttered in the hour I was out of the office. (For those of you who know me.  Yes, it is possible for me to spend time without speaking.  No, I don’t have to be asleep for this to happen.)  Back in the office, I quietly work for an hour and prepare for my afternoon meeting.  Then I go to give my report, and I sound like…my lovely co-worker described it as sounding like I’d inhaled helium and another suggested I could have a very profitable career as a very specific kind of operator…awesome.

Have I mentioned I’m in sales?  Do you know what that entails?  Talking to people…on the phone…a lot.  Someone suggested I maybe not speak for a couple of days…kind of hard to do my job without talking…I would scream, but it wouldn’t do any good.  No one could hear me.

Since I already take a daily allergy medication, eat local honey, use a neti pot, all sorts of allergen reducing products…I’m seeing an allergist this week.  Seriously, the growing season in Oklahoma is too long for me to be relegated indoors for the duration.  I have a special appreciation for the creators of emails, text messaging, IM, blogging….quiet is harder when you don’t have another option.

Here Endeth the Rant,

Jessica

P.S. I thought I posted this yesterday.  Oops!

P.P.S. My voice did come back, but the day is young.

 

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Oklahoma, Where the Wind Comes Sweeping Down the Plains

Dexter a.k.a. Jerky Dogface

Dexter a.k.a. Jerky Dogface. He looks so innocent doesn’t he?

You know the part of the song in Oklahoma that talks about the wind sweeping down the plains?  Well, let me tell you, friend, it was definitely sweeping, swooping…I can’t think of another s-word for what the wind was doing.  Thanks to the 50mph + gusts, my sleep was seriously cut short as in practically non-existent.

Well, I blame the wind, but it wasn’t the groaning house, rattling trees, the neighbor’s poorly closed garage door, or the overall general howling that kept me awake.  No, friends, it was my dog.  Dexter, Lord of the Great Toy Wars, is afraid of the wind.  In his defense, it was a very noisy wind last night, but still…basically air. (Or not basically, but actually air.)

I know the wind came in last night just as predicted, because Dex (otherwise known as Jerky Dogface) woke me up at midnight trying to get in bed with me.  (This is not allowed.  I like my sleeping space dog hair free.)  I went back to sleep(ish).  Then Jerky Dogface licked my face and drooled on my sheets.  This was followed by trying to dig out of the window through the glass.  Finally, there was the crash.  I have yet to investigate exactly what was knocked over, because it was nearly 3:00 am and as long as it wasn’t the fish tank, it didn’t matter.  (It was not the fish tank.  Moriarty/Murderous Mike is safe.)  At this point, I coaxed Dex out of the hiding place in the corner under the table and into his kennel, covered it with a blanket, gave him a treat and pleaded with him to let me get a little sleep.  After all, my job is what keeps him in dog food and treats. (You’d think he’d be more appreciative.)

I’m struggling this morning.  Three non-consecutive hours of sleep isn’t enough for me any more.  I am no longer in college.  The massive amounts of caffeine I’m ingesting doesn’t seem to be helping either. Any suggestions?  Oh, tried yoga and jumping.  Something about getting the blood moving…or something moving, anyway.  Good golly, miss Molly, I hope I don’t completely jack up this conference call…maybe some more caffeine…..

‘Til next time,

Jessica

 

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Art on the Square A.K.A. An Exercise in Self-Control

uticasquareI love art.  It makes me happy.  This weekend I made my annual trip down to the Utica Square shopping center for a birthday brunch with my dear friend and to peruse the local artists’ treasures.  Stonehorse Cafe is our usual haunt for these outings.  Their quiche is absolutely amazing and the ambiance is perfect for a lazy Saturday morning brunch, including mimosas, with your best girl friends. I always love the outdoor shopping at Utica Square even when the weather is less than perfect, but luckily for us, Saturday’s rain and cold temperatures burned away and it turned into a perfect day to wander the shops and booths.

Last year was incredibly cold and rainy, so it wasn’t nearly as fun to shop around.  However, I bundled up and “managed” just fine.  Okay, fine, so I kept saying I was finished looking because I was cold and wet, but then there would be another booth with some beautiful paintings and I’d get sucked back in again.  My perseverance paid off last year and I picked up a gorgeous piece that sits on my mantle now…okay, I picked up a few (five) smaller pieces too, and a couple of gifts for friends.  Did I mention I like art?

shcafe_outside2This year I picked up a few (three) pieces.  A photograph of Cain’s Ballroom.  Which as you may have guessed by my posts about the Alabama Shakes and Seether concerts is probably my favorite venue for live music in Tulsa.  A watercolor titled “Autumn’s Dance”.  I really love this artist’s work.  Last year, my budget was completely shot, but I did pick up a handful of note card sized pieces that I’ve framed to hang as a group.  It was so exciting to see her back again this year, and so hard to choose between “Autumn’s Dance” and “Grotto”.  Something about the colors just spoke to me in “Autumn’s Dance” though, and I couldn’t resist.  The final piece I purchased was not the one I went back to the booth to buy.  I went back for a painting of a man standing in the pouring rain with a red umbrella covering his face that I really loved.  When I went back, the breeze blew over this one, and when I picked it back up…done.  I had to have it.  Do you see all the self control I exercised?  Choosing between “Autumn’s Dance” and “Grotto” and again between red umbrella and the funky musician…I hated to leave the others behind, but…budget…fine, and another art festival in a couple of weeks.

photo (48)Along the way we ran into some very friendly alpacas that were there with a booth that was selling yarn.  We became good friends…well, until he tried to eat my phone.  All good things must come to an end, I guess.  Phone intact, I moved on to the next artist…and the Halloween store, which is actually called Margo’s, and the sell so much more than Halloween stuff.  That was just what grabbed my eye after I rescued my phone from the alpaca.  Oh my gosh, they have the cutest things!  I could have spent an hour just trying on the different hats. (Yes, I am totally that person.)

photo (53)Jenks, Oklahoma also does something similar with Art on Main, and I love walking through downtown Jenks with the artists set up in the street between all the antique shops.  It is a wonderful day that I usually try to spend with my Mom, but a budget nightmare…I usually forget I have a budget. That’s all well and fine until the bill arrives.  Then the cursing of my lack of self-control begins.  I still smile every time I see the art hanging on my wall, though.

Art on Main is in two weeks…how do you think I’ll do?

‘Til next time,

Jessica