Oh, No WAY!

So I'm diddling around, looking at crafty blogs and misc. things on the wide world of the internets when I find this site BuyOlympia.com! All those things I've been seeing in Hot Toddy or the Archibald Sisters or all of the other great stores I can't think up into memory right now are here at Buy Olympia.

Here is some of the goodness, ready and waiting for you there:

I still have an irrational love for this series. The Reading is Sexy, Knitting is Knotty, I Heart Public Transportation, Future Librarian, Guy Brairian, all so good and all by Sarah Utter. Plus this mug is 100% biodegradable corn plastic, grown and manufactured in the US. Bonus.

Chalk Eggs! I'm going to have to do a series about "things packaged in egg cartons" because I found a couple of felting kits packaged in them and something about the way these recycle makes me giggle every time.
Tree Pattern skirt. This reminds me of those awful hunting camo outwears that I see at Cabelas whenever Dharyll can manage to drag me there (now it's far far away sucka!). But this, at least, is cute. So there.
Hello Sweet Morning wallet sold through Tinymeat. They make their wallets and other goodies through independent artist submissions (like Threadless). The wallet I have now is actually a Tinymeat wallet that I got at last year's etsy sale in Portland. I have a stash of these wallets in my closet somewhere that I bought at that sale but then forgot about for a year, so they may resurface during the holidays.Watch Movement ring made from the innards of small, old-school watches.
Handsome Zebra plexiglass coated super magnet.

Oh, I miss Olympia.

Rain, Rain and MORE Rain in Tacoma

We were bored. We’d explored Olympia, campus and the rental house so it was time to move on to bigger and better things: Tacoma. Exciting point number 1: I drove. I can’t parallel park (not really, and especially not on my own). Cities, therefore, have a special place in my heart (and hell) because of my lack of skills.

We got there and parked near the Museum of Glass and the Tacoma Art Museum. Closer to the TAM, but whatever. Those who make the distinction are picky (Dharyll). Anywho, back the story. We parked there, started to walk around and then it started to frinkle. Frinkling is NOT sprinkling. Frinkling is even more indecisive than a nice, hearty sprinkle of rain. But then it started to sprinkle and then rain in earnest. So we went into the Museum of Glass’ gift shop. I touched some magnets, peered at some books and then thought about walking back into the rain way before we actually did it. Of course I didn’t have an umbrella or a hood so everything got a little wet.

Here's a picture of the Museum of Glass from the Union Station/Court House.
The bridge.

A bit of vase that I liked on the walkway.
Mosaics: they're EVERYWHERE.
Union Station.
Grass.

On the way back to the car Dharyll and I found this crazy little popcorn store run by these two old ladies who were more than excited to tell you all about the different varieties they stocked. We liked them so we got three different kinds. By the time we got done talking about jawbreakers and kettle corn it’d stopped raining.

We got back in the car, headed south on I-5 and wound up at Cabela’s at exit 111 (not that you care about that little detail, it just makes me feel better to list them out). Exciting point number2: Cabela’s, in essence, is a Disneyland for the bloodthirsty modern hunter in all of us. Dead animals on every surface, a sweet aquarium with cat fishes, ghillie suits, guns, camouflage pacifiers for the mini, future hunters. Crazy times, but I think my new favorite place.

The view from the main entrance. A mountain of death, but all so pretty. Pretty furry death...

Fishies in the aquarium!
Dharyll and a stuffed sea lion.
"Gimme a huuugggg rrrooooarrrr...."

Death-topolous.
Looking for the fire extinguisher? It's right under the death.
Dead Africa.
Dead fake elephant, rampaging past tiny deer.

A lion having a tea party with
This cow thing with blood on it's nose.

It's a party of death.
Good bye deer, another day, another death.