Last weekend I had a booth at a super cool South Knoxville celebration called Vestival. The week before I was busting my ass sewing sun dresses by the dozen when my neighbor, Lee showed up at the door. He seemed to be stopping by just to say hi, but as soon as he saw that I had sewing stuff in my hand he began some bizarre "pitch" regarding his own invention, The Wizard Hat.
"Oh yeah man I've done sold three or four uh these hats to my buddies, I've just gotta make em sall"
Lee showed me his prototype Wizard Hat which he had safety pinned together "sows I can take it partn copy the pattern and make a whole bunch uv um".
The pattern consisted of a piece of brightly colored, printed fabric with repeating rainbows, fairies, and butterflies folded in half, then cut at an 60 degree angle and pinned together. The result was a cross between a klan member's hood and a dunce hat. Oh yeah. And it was lined with a cut off sweat pant leg because "it's sumthin you can wear all year long", explained Lee. I thought, "yeah, all year starting after the next ice age". "They's clean sweats!" He added. Whenever someone assures me of something's cleanliness I can't help but doubt.
I agreed to try to sew the seam in Lees sample hat, but explained that I was very busy with my own projects, and that I am unable to work when Fox is awake. That means that I have around three work hours each day. Lee said, "whenever you gettaroun to it. How about I cut out the patterns an yew sew em an you can sell em at that festival for $10 a piece and split the profit?"
Again, I told Lee that as irresistible of an offer that was, I had more projects of my own than I have time to finish as it is but I would try to sew up his sample.
The next morning around 9:15 Lee knocked on my door with a big, plastic WalMart bag full of fabric and sweat pant legs.
"Oh Shit", I thought. He was in a hurry and explained that the fabric inside the bag was for the hats I was going to make.
The fabric was cheap-o Walmart stuff, and there were three types. Camo, rainbow, and purple skull and crossbone. Hurriedly Lee described another Wizard Hat he had made with "puff balls and a whistle at the end". I was imagining a camo Wizard hat with those adornments and remarking about how bad it looked in my mind when I reminded Lee that I had plenty to do to get ready for the weekend. Offended, he said "You'd sell more uh these hats than THEM dresses!" I told him that he might be right, but making dresses was my thing, NOT making wizard hats that make a person look like an ass hole. He turned around and left leaving the bag with me.
The next night I had a couple of folks over to eat supper with me and as sure as Christ died, Lee nonchalantly arrived and asked me for a col'beer. I had already told my friends about the Wizard Hat Attack, so when Lee brought it up Emily suggested that he sew his own damn hats. Lee replied "Hell no I ain't gonna do that shit; SHE is" (pointing to me). Emily proceeded to tell him all of the many reasons why it didn't make sense for me to produce his hats, and gradually he began lightening up about it.
He drank about six beers that night that my friends had brought, and he didn't talk to me for a couple of days afterwards, but eventually he came around.
I still have that horrific bag of fabric and I can't decide how to return it to him without salting the wound. I am going to the beach next week and feel like I should return it before I go. Any ideas?
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
5/1/2008 Root Ball
When we arrived in Asheville Friday for Heather's shower we stayed at Jason's parent's house in Haw Creek. After a month of exclusive adult/baby contact I was itching to go somewhere and do something non-baby related for a few hours. After hanging out with the Robinsons for a while Jason, Cassie and I decided to go to the Root Bar, a one of a kind drinking establishment named for a game invented by the founders. The "back yard" of the bar is a fenced in, sand covered expanse with three Root Ball courses. The game is a cross between horse shoes and bacci ball, except that you toss a ring, and then toss a ball at the ring, or the stake. Everyone removes their shoes and meanders around, sloshing pints of beer ; It's great fun! The root bar is the fourth closest bar to my house in Asheville. We can't go to Rascals because we all got kicked out after Kelly and Heidi's wedding, we can't go to Ruby's because we are boycotting it, and we can't go to Norton's because thats where my Drunkle Charles lives. For the time being the Root Bar is our "neighborhood pub".
Jason had never been there so he was immediately skeptical about the place. We bought beers and made our way to the back yard, as far away from the other patrons as possible. Jason and Cassie chatted together, catching up on her work and the current events of Harlan County KY, and Jason spiraled into a pit of unhappiness brought on by trying to provide answers to the world's problems in twenty minutes or less. I was determined to enjoy myself and ignore Jason's misery for that evening, and I started chatting with this pleasant fellow who had ska-danced over to our outpost.
This guy was all smiles and wanted to share a story with us regarding his residence in Maui. It went something like this:
"I used to live in Maui for, like six years with a bunch of other beautiful people and it was Awwwwesome! We just lived on the beach and ate fruit and loved. One night we all did this Hopi Sweat Ritual where you eat a bunch of mushrooms and get inside a tee-pee with a hot fire burning and you sweat all of the negative energy out of your body. Totally Killer! We had been there for hours and we had all stripped down and were tripping soo hard! It felt like we were dying, but as soon as we got out it was like a new life, and we weren't tired anymore! It was the most AWESOME feeling ever, so there were, like, 10 of us, all shapes and sizes, all beautiful people, naked on the beach, running around and jumping in the ocean. It was the best feeling ever swimming in the ocean after being so hot!
We stayed on the beach and fell asleep, and when we woke up it was because a huge bus was parking at the edge of the beach and, like, 40 old, white people were pouring out of it and coming towards us. When they got up close to us we thought they were going to call the police or something but you know what they did? They stripped down and started running around having fun, too!"
The fellow then asked if we wanted to play Root Ball, which Cassie and I did but couldn't quite rouse Jason, even after hearing that amazingly enlightening story.
I told our new friend that we would play with him in 5 minutes, or after we extinguished our cigarettes and bought new beers etc.. He went back inside and I didn't see him again for about 45 minutes, when I saw him emerge from the pub with our friend, Don. Jason was still busy outlining the world's problems so I went over and greeted Don and finally introduced myself to the nudist, Jacob. Don was fired up to play and with his incentive we were able to rescue Jason from his pit of dispair. Don is one of those people who I wouldn't describe as a particularly "happy" person, but whenever he is around he instills others with happiness.
We started playing the game after a brief instructional from Don. The temperature had dropped so Jason had gone to the car to get some jackets for he and Cassie. Jason had to wear my teal down parka and it was so funny! The waist had elastic and it was really high up, and the sleeves were three quarter sleeves on him. AND it was bright teal. I only wish I had gotten a picture. It lightened the mood of the evening even more seeing Jason seriously playing the game in that coat.
It was boys versus girls and the score remained close for the first half of the game. Then Jason and Don started whopping up on us, and then this throw happened:
That is Don consulting with Jacob about a rare toss. Cassie ingeniously named it the NeuvoRing. Needless to say the boys won the game.
Jason had never been there so he was immediately skeptical about the place. We bought beers and made our way to the back yard, as far away from the other patrons as possible. Jason and Cassie chatted together, catching up on her work and the current events of Harlan County KY, and Jason spiraled into a pit of unhappiness brought on by trying to provide answers to the world's problems in twenty minutes or less. I was determined to enjoy myself and ignore Jason's misery for that evening, and I started chatting with this pleasant fellow who had ska-danced over to our outpost.
This guy was all smiles and wanted to share a story with us regarding his residence in Maui. It went something like this:
"I used to live in Maui for, like six years with a bunch of other beautiful people and it was Awwwwesome! We just lived on the beach and ate fruit and loved. One night we all did this Hopi Sweat Ritual where you eat a bunch of mushrooms and get inside a tee-pee with a hot fire burning and you sweat all of the negative energy out of your body. Totally Killer! We had been there for hours and we had all stripped down and were tripping soo hard! It felt like we were dying, but as soon as we got out it was like a new life, and we weren't tired anymore! It was the most AWESOME feeling ever, so there were, like, 10 of us, all shapes and sizes, all beautiful people, naked on the beach, running around and jumping in the ocean. It was the best feeling ever swimming in the ocean after being so hot!
We stayed on the beach and fell asleep, and when we woke up it was because a huge bus was parking at the edge of the beach and, like, 40 old, white people were pouring out of it and coming towards us. When they got up close to us we thought they were going to call the police or something but you know what they did? They stripped down and started running around having fun, too!"
The fellow then asked if we wanted to play Root Ball, which Cassie and I did but couldn't quite rouse Jason, even after hearing that amazingly enlightening story.
I told our new friend that we would play with him in 5 minutes, or after we extinguished our cigarettes and bought new beers etc.. He went back inside and I didn't see him again for about 45 minutes, when I saw him emerge from the pub with our friend, Don. Jason was still busy outlining the world's problems so I went over and greeted Don and finally introduced myself to the nudist, Jacob. Don was fired up to play and with his incentive we were able to rescue Jason from his pit of dispair. Don is one of those people who I wouldn't describe as a particularly "happy" person, but whenever he is around he instills others with happiness.
We started playing the game after a brief instructional from Don. The temperature had dropped so Jason had gone to the car to get some jackets for he and Cassie. Jason had to wear my teal down parka and it was so funny! The waist had elastic and it was really high up, and the sleeves were three quarter sleeves on him. AND it was bright teal. I only wish I had gotten a picture. It lightened the mood of the evening even more seeing Jason seriously playing the game in that coat.
It was boys versus girls and the score remained close for the first half of the game. Then Jason and Don started whopping up on us, and then this throw happened:
That is Don consulting with Jacob about a rare toss. Cassie ingeniously named it the NeuvoRing. Needless to say the boys won the game.
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