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Too busy running around in a circle and screaming to write more. I'll just say this. bARTer Sauce is in a book. The best book in the world. From The Museum of Bad Art. eeeeeeeEEEEEeeEEEeEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEE

Some Artists and Stuff

These three bARTer Sauce participants have art shows that I should have told you about a long, long time ago.

Staci is showing at Revolution Coffee until April 28th. Check out her website: http://www.stacirgraveley.com/. We all missed her opening reception, but that's the kind of thing that happens when you have to adhere to the limits of linear time. Staci knows we were all there in spirit. Mark sent me a postcard about his show at Penn Cove Pottery (26184 SR20 Coupevile, WA). The gallery is open Monday - Saturday from 10am-5:30pm and the show runs through May 19th. Check it out!

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.

My Favorite Hilarious Thing of the Week

My new favorite hilarious thing of the week: An I Stomach LA tote bag.

As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to buy it for my friend Meghan who moved to LA pretty recently and probably likes it. But I hate it. It took away my Meghan. Bad LA, bad!

I found the bag on Etsy at a shop called Twee Things. And they also happen to be very nice if you accidently give them the wrong address twice. Shhhhhhhhhhh...not that I would know from experience, but I BET, HYPOTHETICALLY, IF you happened to give them the wrong address twice, they would be very nice.

Snort. Okay, I did it. I gave them the wrong address twice. Sigh.

April First Thursday

How has an entire month gone by already? Oh wait, I remember, I was laying on the couch with a fever of 102 for quite a bit of it so maybe that's why it seems like we just went through the First Thursday madness. Luckily it's a really comfy couch. Like sleeping on a marshmallow. Or maybe it was a marshmallow. I was a little out of it. Some pretty potatoes stopped by to say hey: Jessica, Lauri (& the alien inside her), Jen & her boyfriend whose name I forgot (but who should not be insulted because I never remember names -- in fact, I so rarely remember names, it seems ridiculous to write a blog where I name people who stopped by First Thursday -- so ridiculous in fact that I think I shall stop. Now.) A couple of bARTer Sauce trades happened -- one I was expecting -- and one was a complete surprise. The one I was expecting: Patrick brought over the Time Machine Parts he had promised me. And a tiny, little landscape that he painted on an asprin. In exchange, he got one of Nicolas' clown paintings. Here's me & Patrick: Here's a close-up of Patrick's shirt: Here's the Pill: Here's the Time Machine Parts: The One I Wasn't Expecting: Tim stopped by again. He traded with me once before (Abandoned Artist Sketchbook) and stops by most First Thursdays because he lives in the area. This month he brought me a big, gigantic painting of a pig head. Huge. Here's the pig: Here's me and Tim rolling around on it: Tim got the other Clown painting from Nicolas. Which is unfortunate because it wasn't until both trades happened that I remembered I was supposed to take pictures of the clown pictures hanging and send them to Nicolas. I did the only thing could do at that point. I took pictures of the empty spaces on the wall where they used to be and told Nicolas he'd just have to trade with The Sauce again. He agreed. Phew! Here's a few Shower Arts from our most recent batch:

Some Stuff I Decided I LIke

I've wanted this skirt for about two years now. I saw an ad with this picture on it in Bust Magazine (another one of my favorite things) and tried to order it. But because it was so awesome and in Bust Magazine and reasonably priced, there were none left.

I must have signed up for the mailing list because not too long ago, I got an email saying that the skirts had returned. Yay! Joy! Yay! I ordered one immediately. And you should too. It's from Orangy Porangy.

This is the prettiest cup of coffee I've ever seen. I guess some guy invented a machine that will draw pictures in latte foam with edible ink. My only question -- how come I haven't seen this in Seattle? I read about it on Stacy Alexander's blog.

And finally, quite possilby the funniest thing I've read in awhile. A blog devoted to a pirate pig who gives advice. In character. Hells yes. Don't forget to go to the Punk Rock Flea Market tomorrow (Saturay, March 22) if you live in Seattle. Or I guess, if you live anywhere and like to travel. And stop by bARTer Sauce. I've got some crazy new offers in my trading experiment for art and odd objects. And check out the article I wrote for MookyChick -- How to Start a Crazy Project and Take Over the World. And don't forget Ugly Baby. Go look at Shower Art -- waterproof art you can hang in your shower with a suction cup. Or anywhere else. We're no dictators.

Clone Danger

Okay, so awhile ago, Ariane created a cardboard cutout of me and took pictures of her making a bARTer Sauce trade with the cardboard cutout. It has curly hair and is wearing a T-shirt that says, "I rock the Sauce." It's hilaious. And I ended up trading for it myself. Well Ariane had it packaged up and riding around in her car with her when.... HER CAR GOT STOLEN! That's right, someone was riding around Wyoming with a cardboard cutout of me in the backseat. Yikes! The weird thing is that last week, I got the cardboard cutout in the mail! I immediately emailed Ariane to see if she had gotten her car back, or if there was just a really nice thief who mailed her package for her. Ariane's response: "Yes! I DID find my car, yes me, not the police, it was parked at a tattoo shop not far from where it was stolen. I think it really wanted to get a tattoo, but there just wasn’t enough change between the seats. I have no idea. Nothing was stolen, nothing damaged, and I think they even put gas in it!? I the second thing I did after filling out the police report was mail cardboard Rosalie, which is when it dawned on me, maybe she wanted a tattoo and stole the car??? You might want to check her over for fresh ink." That's totally weird. And even weirder.... Doug and I were taking the cardboard cutout to the studio... and we got trapped in an elevator. And then when we got out of the elevator and got in the car, ... The car died. And had to get towed away. And we had to get a new car. I feel like I'm in one of those clone horror movies where the clone has to take out the original so they can, I don't know, really become human, I guess. Oh man. It's at the studio right now. Alone. .... aahahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

First Thursday Art Walk -- March

This First Thursday was lovely. As always.

Some special friends stopped by:

• My lovely husband, Doug, although, he kind of has to be there
• My father-in-law, Robert, who probably had other things he might have wanted to do in Seattle, but instead came to my art show. Nice.



• My ex-roomie, Val, (& her new boyfriend - teehee) who filled up on Shower Arts even though her birthday party is today and now I have no idea what to give her. Sigh.
• A past bARTer Sauce supporter, Kelly Lyles (possibly my favorite bARTer Sauce trader to date) who literally gave me the coat off her back after I told her I liked it
• Roxanne, who is 1/3 responsible for bARTer Sauce now having trading cards and who has agreed to design more of them for me until we have one for every trade and then we will rule the world
• A past bARTer Sauce trader -Josiah - came by with some friends and bought an entire bottle of sparkling apple cider
• Another past bARTer Sauce trader, Tim, who gave me an artist's sketch book that he found (which is still available and awesome!)
• Some new bARTer Sauce traders -- Staci and Stacy - weird, I didn't even realize they had the same name until just now
• EtsyRain folks: Kimberly (of course she's there -- we share a studio!) & Carrie & Marlo & Laura & Jill & Tarah & Halina & Trina....Did I get everyone? Yikes, there were lots!

This was the first show where I hung Parisite, possibly the best bARTer Sauce item ever (no offense everyone else, no offense). Everyone who came by commented on how awesome it was and then when I pointed out that Paris is actually PAINTED and not a magazine cutout, why then people pretty much just fell on the floor and fainted and we had to get smelling salts and stuff to revive them.

So, in short, I expect to get lots of trade offers for it.

Starting....NOW!

Staci traded me this fantastic box 'o stuffs with Mona Lisa on the back and drawers full of jewels. It's called "Mona didn't need bling". It's awesome. She got "Wood Face" for it.

Stacy traded me two paintings that I thought from the picture were going to be tiny, but they are actually quite large and even cooler than I thought. One has a tiny tomato that has fangs. FANGs people! I call it "Fangy Tomato." I'm sure the artists I trade with must love it when I re-name their work. Yeah, I'm sure they do. Now, Stacy's last name starts with an S too and these paintings are from when she was younger, more naive maybe, and she signed them SS but she swears she is in no way responsible for crimes against humanity, just naiveness.

Stacy, I love her, Stacy took the CREDIT CARD COSTUME!

oh man, I am not sorry to see that gigantic foamy thing leave my posession.

Go free young credit card. Ride into the night with Stacy and fill up her stupid closets with your credit card-ness!

That's pretty much all I have to report, except for one magical quick thing.

Ariane traded me a cardboard cutout of myself that she made. Well, she had the package in her car to mail to me....and her car got stolen. She emailed me last week to let me know and I mourned and got angry and went through the seven stages or something.

And then today, while I was writing this blog, there was a knock on the door.

And what was it?

A surprised mailman.

Yes, my hair is a mess and I'm wearing jammies.

It's 11am on a Friday. What do you expect?

And in the surprised mailman's hands....

A box from Ariane with a cardboard cutout of ME inside.

I wonder if that means she got her car back?

Or if the thief felt bad enough to mail it for her?

I'll never know....until I finish this stupid blog and email her.

Bye suckas!