Here are a few pics from the recent “Pool Tradeshow” that I was at with the girls from All-Mighty Clothing. I never have a camera on me (or the battery is always dead when I do- which was the case during this trade show), but luckily the glorious Jen Daking from All-Mighty always has her camera ready and waiting (Jen also does makeup professionally, so if you need for some people to look pretty, check her out HERE). All these pictures were taken by her.
Here’s our little booth at the show….
a little more of the booth, Erica working and me making a stupid face….
This is Stella… she belongs to the owners of Vicious Cycle in Chicago. I’m a devout cat-person, but I fell in love with this puppy (and I love the folks at Vicious Cycle tons and tons as well- go there and give them mountains of money because they’re great)…
All-Mighty decorations are the cutest on the planet…..
I don’t really drink much, or gamble, or have sex with hookers…. so when I’m in Vegas my vice is the bakery’s that can be found in the casinos. I bought happy pink cupcake things that looked like cars and big balls of chocolate hazelnut madness. I think this is much more fun than a hooker could be, and alot cheaper than gambling…
Erica thought so too…..
this picture was mandatory (and Jen is my favorite for taking it)….
That’s all I’m going to post on here… but you can see more on my flickr page (just scroll down and there’s a link to it) or on Fantastic Jen’s flickr page.
Wonderful Danielle was sick the whole show, and I have now come down with what she had… so I have no more energy to write, and I’ve got to muster the strength to paint all day for my upcoming show in France while taking care of my rowdy son and cleaning the house because we’re going to be having guests staying with us for a few days. UUUUGGGHHHHH…
I got home last night from the “Pool Trade Show” in Las Vegas where I smiled as pretty as I could for the thousands of potential buyers of my clothing who would walk by our booth (while screaming in my head “oh yeah, well fuck you!!” when they kept on walking). These things are weird… especially for me, since I’m not a “sales person”. I’m not one of those people who will try to convince you that you NEED to have my clothing in your store… I just don’t know how to bullshit. Either you want my wears, or you don’t- simple as that. But the stress does build during those slow points of the show when visions of me not being able to feed my kid dance through my head.
But the show did go really well, and I got a bunch of new stores to carry my line (including this FANTASTIC one in Singapore…. yay!!). And, thanks to a beautiful tip from Steve Smith (check out his art here), we ate at the most insanely fantastic Mexican restaurant called “Lindo Michoacan”… holy shit, this place was unreal. If you’re ever in the grimy and disgusting city of lights and bile- go here to make it all better. It’s away from the horrifying tackiness of the strip, so you can get a break from the overbearing visual assault of lights and billboards covered in airbrushed tits and asses. I didn’t get a chance to take any pictures while at the show, but beautiful Jen from All-Mighty Clothing (I share a booth with them every season, and you can check out how adorable they are by clicking HERE) did, and I’m gonna nab a bunch of them off her flickr page as soon as she posts them (she takes BEAUTIFUL pictures and should be famous for it).
On to other babble…. today Brad and I were driving around running errands, and this gigantic truck drove by us. Across the side of it was plastered it’s owners company name, “Christian Building Supplies”. I thought this was pretty funny. Being a devout atheist, I wondered if I called them to purchase some supplies or to maybe do some work for me, would they turn me down? Or what if I was Jewish? Couldn’t I sue them for discrimination if they refused to take my business?… probably not. And I’d like someone to explain something to me… being from Kansas, and spending a few of my formative years in a group home with some CRAZY Southern Baptists, I’ve noticed that a large number of the Christian zealots that I had to deal with were prejudiced towards people of the Jewish faith. I just don’t get this. Jesus was Jewish.. and since it was the Jewish people who brought them their leader, it only makes sense to me that they would really really really like Jewish people, right? Or at least be a little indebted to them. Am I missing something here?
Lastly… Blackberrys. My husband is having an affair with his. A completely open and unapologetic affair, and I’m starting to have dreams of duct taping Brad to his chair and making him watch me smash his little phonebaby into a million tiny pieces (which he had better be careful, because it might just happen with my sleep walking adventures). I fucking HHHHAAAATTTTEEEE his damn phone. He’ll hop from one foot to the other begging me to go out to lunch with him so we can hang out since I work like a dog every waking moment. But when we’re at the restaurant, what does he do? He spends the majority of the time typing out emails and fucking text messages to phone-people instead of socially interacting with the wife who is sitting across from him (that same wife he begged to go and hang out with him). He’ll be driving on the highway, going 75mph, and he’ll be checking his emails (with me sitting next to him curled up in fetal position, paralyzed by fear). The god damn phone makes little buzzes and beeps whenever any call, message, text, or email comes in…. so it sits on his desk and makes annoying noises all day and night, calling out to him for more of his time and affection. I hate this thing. I want to drop it in a vat of acid. Or fry it up and make Brad eat it. Or surgically dissect it down to the final microchip, and lay it all out in a beautiful setting with candles and flowers for him to come home to (but that would require me being able to pry it from his clutches long enough to perform these amazing feats- which there is no way in hell that would ever happen). I love you, Brad- but one of these days I’m going to shove that phone right up your ass.
I am exhausted from this last week, and have come home to mountains of work… so off i go. But I’ll leave you with this…..
I LOOOOOVVVVEEEE how much Tom Cruise scares the crap out of me. One day, his mind will crack wide open and he will go on a bloody killing spree that will put the Crusades to shame. Mark my words.
