It's been another long week. The LoneStar Roundup was last weekend. I had a few friends pop through town for that and I got to track them down and hang out, so that was a lot of fun.
My boy met Bert and Ernie, and had a blast. He's met Ernie but not Bert. The three of them together along with their side kick Grover. Let's just say that it was an interesting car ride back to the hotel they were staying in, which I swear was half way to frickin' Houston. Nice one boys.
The car show was really cool. I think the actual car show was bigger then Vegas or almost as big. And that didn't count all the people who brought out their Rod or Bike and didn't register it to be in the Expo grounds. I also think I like it more then Vegas.
No, it wasn't the crazy insanity that Viva is, there wasn't dancing and shop 'til you drop vendors open all hours of the night. And yes, you had to maintain some level of sobriety to get you from one end of the Expo center back down to Congress Ave or out to the Flyrite chopper's BBQ on Sunday.
It is a good time though. A really good time! It's more affordable then VIVA in a lot of ways ($10 for a weekend wristband, another $20 get in to the C-Club to see the Burlesque Show and Southern Culture on the Skids) music at the car show and vendors on a tree lined walk, both food and clothing. And most of all Cars. And bikes. And lots of both. It feels more "working class" and more friendly. No endless parade of beautifully coiffed women wandering around giving each other the stink eye randomly. Or clutching their newly purchased Trophy Queen bags and glaring at everyone. Just a lot of really cool people. No massive amounts of stupidly drunk greasy boys lunging and gurgling at everything. Things do come to an end at a certain time, you can get sleep and do it all again the next day. I didn't wake up Monday feeling like I'd been hit by a train.
I met cool people. Among them, the really sweet owner of Lucky Lou Shoes. She was so frickin' awesome. I wore my pair to the show, as I wear them most every excuse I can get. If you haven't seen them, you should... It's here. Yes, they are expensive, but you know what, I love 'em more then my flip flops and they are like wearin' hip Doc Scholls. So anyway, she also like my halter top. Which I made myself. And she carries the purses that I love, those would be HBNYC bags. I was also carrying my HB bag. We chatted for a few minutes and I had a fan girl moment and told her how I'd tracked her shoes down and drooled over them for months at a time after passing them up in VIVA years ago. She promised me business cards for HBNYC after Viva.
I always worry when I meet people who I've seen online and who do things like own shops and have their own line of something or claim to fame. I've met some who are really sweet people who love their customers and are happy that their product or art form or what ever makes people happy and that they pay to come out and see it. Then I've met some people who act like they're almost offended that you like their products or waited for six months to catch them on tour or whatever the case maybe. Or they're simply too burned out from a long weekend of people going "uh dude, you can get that in Wal-Mart, Mexico, fill-in-the-blank, cheaper" or "what ever, that's cute but I'd never wear it" or some other smart-assed remark to really care that you love what they are doing. So when she was so personable and sweet, she totally made my day! Yay!
I left the car show completely inspired, with a sunburned and enthused boy beside me. I went home dreaming of inventory and planning for next year, because... I saw NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE pedaling vintage or even rockabilly inspired women's clothing and I saw about a million girls of different sizes, all dressed up. The boy helped me hatch plans for a temp dressing room, promised to help me engineer duct-tape dummies to model said something and had a short list of women he felt should be recruited to toddle around handing out fliers in my creations.
Another reason that I love my boy. He's right there with me. My friend Chicano Greaser is like that too. It's so great to have someone who shares your vision and helps you build on it. We wandered through the dusty swap meet, oggling bike frames, grabbing business cards and making lists of what he needed to do what he wanted to his bike. Last night we sat on the floor testing the new grinder and cutting wheels and watching the sparks fly.
Yep. It was awesome. Tonight, he's wrapping me in duct-tape so I can get dress form built.
Okay, almost done ranting...
What else... Oh, and I'm applying for a part time job in possibly the best grocery store I've ever been in.. It's the size of an frickin' Target. 85000 square feet of wonderful foodie goodness. Everything from Frog-legs to Tiger Lilies. I could eat myself goofy in the cheese counter and then wander back around for some Sushi that's as good as anything I've had from Sushi King or Shogun.
And ya, I think that's about it..
Oh, and of course I'm sewing. .
View 1. The Big View. In black demi-sheer crepe with little white dots on it, and black buttons. For the new gig, which I hope I get. And if not, for the hell of it. It's a $6.00 dress.. Goddess bless the $2.00 table.That's it... I'm done.. I swear..
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