bARTer Sauce Travels to Sacramento, CA
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bARTer Sauce 7 the Empire Carpet Man

I'm SICK -- but Look What I Got
bARTer Sauce is an experiment in trading for art and odd objects. The basic idea: whatever I get, I trade for something else. And then I trade that thing for something else again. And on and on. The only rule: everyone who trades with me has to tell me a story. About anything. Just a story.
First Jen -- I call her Jen Snuffalupagus because she has a really long last name and I can't pronounce it. She traded me these two pieces for a giant painting of a pigface.
Here's us making the trade at my studio:
Then Tara traded me one of the Twisted Tree t-shirts that she designs and screen prints for a painting of a two headed boy.
Here's us making the trade at the EtsyRAIN show in Kenmore.
And finally, the vintage, tattooed farting duck that I got from Nik for a Red Screamer. Here's the awesome farting duckie:

Heck yeah! If you want to trade for anything you saw here, visit bARTer Sauce, create an account and send me a trade offer. There's more available for trade than just what you see here. Check out the full list.
Look What I Got - A Double Sauce Post

And then on Wednesday, Gary traded me these four "Punked Up Nun" sculptures. I put them in the window of my shop and people have been walking by all day and shreiking. Awesome.
A close-up of my favorite: Sister Mary Dreadlocks:
If you're asking yourself, "What the hell is she talking about?" then you probably don't know about bARTer Sauce, my experiment in trading for art and odd objects. You should check it out. It's sometimes funny.
Look What I Got






Still Life With Teeth - An Art Remake

This one happened to be both. And honestly (sorry Ron) I wasn't sure if anyone would ever trade me for it.
Then Nik came into my life. He runs scary-art.com and he wanted the still life because he said he was going to put faces on the stuff inside. Well, he did. And I wasn't sure what to expect, but I love the end result:
It's FANTASTIC!

bARTer Sauce : Single Parent of a PaperBagSkeletonPuppet
bARTer Sauce : Single Parent of a PaperBagSkeletonPuppet
Some Artists and Stuff

Stacy (a.k.a. Dangerine) emailed me about a show but I'm not sure if it's still going on. You tell me. After you go there to check. Cafe Shachor by Beth's Cafe at the corner of Linden & Winona & 74th. Her paintings are there. Hells Yeah!
And for the rest of you. If you've traded with bARTer Sauce and have something cool coming up or if you've done something noteworthy, send me an email or post a comment here and I'll help you get the word out.
And in closing, some Shower Art for you to enjoy.

Oh man...I’m human again
No Dairy - Yeah Right
So, yeah, I did not do so well this week. It all started when I did another I Heart Rummage show (their Christmas one called I Heart Indie Crafts -- if you missed it, you are SORRY). Anywho, again with the free doughnuts. I caved. I ate a doughnut. I'm not sure if they have dairy or not, but I'm relatively certain that since they taste so good, they do....they do have dairy. I have to get away from these free doughnuts!
Then, at lunch (same day) I went to the Seattle Center House and it was filled with people and screaming children so I thought...Okay, I'll just go to Starbucks. Fine. Normally I never give them any of my money, but given the circumstances and the fact that they were right in front of me. I caved. I bought some pesto pasta salad that I really did think had no dairy in it. I really, really did. Then ate it while I waited in line for my Americano. And waited. And waited. For some reason the barista is making every drink wrong so she has to make each one at least two or three times. It takes at least 20 minutes. Or at least enough time for me to finish my pasta salad. Then it takes some more time because I have nothing to do but really familiarize myself with the label....which lists the ingredients....which includes dairy. Damn.
THEN - (same day) later we go out for Thai food with my studio partner, Kimberly. We order Crab Delight. I should have made this week, I'm giving up all dairy unless it's in a crab delight because there was no way I wasn't eating those. No way. It's just not possible by any stretch of the imagination.
So there's my foibles for the week. I think this is the worst job I've done so far.
The current week: No eating after 7pm. It worked for me yesterday. I'll keep you posted.
No Dairy - What I've Learned So Far
Here's what I've learned so far by not having dairy:
1. Soy milk is disgusting when you put it in coffee. It takes like fake nuts and vanilla and beans all at once and the after-taste is worse than most things I can think of.
2. Semi-warm soy milk sitting in coffee you have had on your desk all day is really, really, really disgusting when you pick it up absentmindedly to take a sip. I would have done a spit take if this wasn't a semi-new job.
3. Popcorn has dairy in it. Yes, you heard me. Popcorn has dairy in it. We get free popcorn at work and I went to make a bag (disregard the part about how it's buttered popcorn) and discovered that popcorn contains MILK. Really? Why? How? I ate it anyway. It shouldn't have dairy, so in my mind, it doesn't have dairy.
4. Don't yell at your husband when he goes to put butter on noodles so they don't stick together. It's not like you're actually adversely affected by dairy. You're just doing a dumb experiment.
I'm sitting here now drinking black coffee and loving it. Anything is better than soy milk. Speaking of -- anyone interested in a big thing full of soy milk -- it's not even open. I stocked up in preparation for this week but I will not be needing that. Not at all.
Hearts,
Rosalie
p.s. I just posted a bunch of new Shower Art (waterproof art you can hang in your shower with a suction cup) on my Etsy site. Check it out.
No Wheat - Last Day
It's my last day of not eating wheat. I think I'll make it.
Although after I cheated with the bagel and told you it wouldn't happen again, I ate tortellini (what could I do -- it was free) and a cookie. Both of which most likely had wheat in them. But since there is no way to know for sure, we'll say there wasn't.
There. I came clean. I feel better. Cleaner.
No dairy week. I'm not looking forward to that. I think I just realized that means NO CHEESE. Now what is the point of that?
Self Control and My Lack Of It
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