Sunday, December 28, 2008

Abandonment Issues

I don't like this blog. It doesn't feel like home. So without even waiting for the new year, I'm going to quit.

Well, not quit so much as just not plan to post regularly.

Feel free to check back periodically for pictures and irregular updates of important things. For the stuff in my head that rattles around and isn't comfortable sharing a venue with the known masses, I'm going home.

Sorry if that's a disappointment to anyone.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Oh, Hello. I Didn't See You There.

It's been so quiet in here, I thought I was all alone. I hope I didn't step on your toes.

So... have I mentioned that our studio sale last weekend was tremendously successful? No?! Hmph. How could I have made such a gross oversight.

Well, let me rectify that now. Not only did we sell a bunch of pre-made inventory, but we also got a bunch of special orders for Christmas (perhaps we should start our sale a couple weeks early next year).

Among the special orders was a request for 2 matching baby sweaters for a new grandma of 2 boys (one from her daughter, one from her son, born a month apart). For this proud grandma, I’m making two of these:
Striped Baby Sweater

(Sorry for the quality—I took the picture on my cell phone. And no, it won't be short sleeved, it's just not done yet.)

And more stuff, but mostly for blog readers, so I’m not going to ruin anyone’s Christmas by posting more pictures.

We’ve also received a number of special orders for ornaments. They are So Cute! I don’t have any pictures of them yet, but I’ll try to get some up in the next few days.

As you no doubt recall from my last post, the sale is not over yet. Oh no—we’re open THIS weekend, too!

From 10:00-3:00 on Saturday and Sunday, everything that’s left in our inventory will be on sale: hats, crowns, Kissy Monsters, kids' clothes; and the Christmas ornaments bragged about above.

Please join us if you can—if you’re already done with your holiday shopping, just stop in to say hi.

Email me for the address and directions:

I hope to see you this weekend!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Join Us This Weekend

For the next two weekends, we are hosting our First Annual Studio Sale!

Little Bird Studios and XO Studios will be open to the public from 10:00-3:00 on November 29 & 30 then again December 6 & 7.

Everything in our inventory will be on sale: hats, crowns, Kissy Monsters, kids' clothes; and a bunch of never-before-seen things, like hand-made Christmas ornaments and new pop-up puppets.

Please join us if you can!

Email for the address and directions:

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 24, 2008


I had such a restless night—it was filled with loud people in my dreams. One part I remember vividly was climbing down a ladder into a cold pool of water. I was apprehensive about being underwater, but the water felt so cool. And I could breathe the water. It was filled with bubbles and I could breathe under water.

I was awake for a few hours in the middle of the night, after the swimming dream, and as I was trying to go back to sleep I realized the sounds of a house at night are a little bit like a symphony. I was listening to our own unique music. No other house sounds like ours. I imagined that I could hear the night noises of all three small people, all three other adults, and both dogs; and if I was very still, I could even hear my own breathing. I think there is something magical about the midnight hours.

Today, however, I am just very tired.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I had one of the best trips to California that I've had in a long time. I can't say why or what was different about it, but it was just marvelous.

I don't really have much else to say. Just popping in to say hi.

Thursday, November 06, 2008


There are approximately 40 people who work in this building.

About 25 were called by the CEO into a conference room this morning and laid off.

I was one of them.

I asked if I had to listen to the spiel about COBRA, etc. since I'm a temp. They said no, so I left the room, went to my desk, and packed my box.

As I was getting ready to leave, I headed into the office of my (former) boss to tell her my passwords and my status with various agreements. There was a very tall good-looking man in there--he said, "Are you Aimee?"

When I nodded, he motioned me in, offered me a chair, closed the door and said, "You were not supposed to be in that room. You hit the ground running and we need you.
The Engineering teams were affected today, Sales was reorganized last month, and our group was reorganized a couple months ago--bringing you in was a product of that re-org, so please accept my apologies. You should not have been in that room."

Oh.My.Fucking.God. This day... it's only 10:00 and it has already been nerve-wracking to the nth degree. I think I want to barf.

But I'm still employed. :)

And tomorrow, I'm going to California.

And BARACK OBAMA is gonna be our PRESIDENT!!!

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

One Down

I arrived at the specified location 10 minutes early—I didn’t know I was at the specified location though because the street number the guy gave me wasn’t the same as the street number on the building. But he said last building on the left, and the mud path extending beyond the driveway led me to the inevitable conclusion that I was at the last building on the left.

I called the guy to make sure I was at the right place. He looked through his window, confirmed I was, and waited for me in the lobby, safely out of the rain. He was older than I expected, and the person I was supposed to meet with wasn’t back from lunch yet.

So I went upstairs with the guy and sat in his office while he looked for a travel itinerary. We chatted informally for about 10 minutes before he headed off to search for the Other Guy. As I sat alone in his office for 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 minutes, I looked around. He had a window at least, though the view wasn’t much to speak of.

Even though it was the day before a national election, I was surprised to see campaign signs on the grass strip outside the office building. It’s unusual for a company to make its political affiliations public knowledge unless they are very small or very large. As I squinted, I realized they were McCain/Palin signs.

The first guy came back finally and escorted me to the Other Guy’s office. We shook hands, I sat down, and he asked me about myself. I gave him a brief overview of my work history, we talked about his needs and expectations, talked about what I was looking for and my expectations as well, and after a while he asked the usual, “Do you have any questions for me?”

So I asked my standard questions—tell me what a typical day looks like for this employee; how long have you been with the company; when and why did the previous person leave; stuff like that.

And then he asked again, “Do you have any other question for me?”

You betcha I do, Joe! **wink**

I said, “I noticed a flyer on the wall for a standing bible study at lunchtime on Mondays. Can you tell me about the corporate culture?”

He responded by saying, “Well, we’re a conservative company. If you look at our history you’ll see…” (and then proceeded to tell me the history of the company).

To which I replied, “Actually, I have looked at your company’s history and was aware of most of what you just told me. But I’m curious about the company’s culture. What do you mean when you say ‘conservative’? Do you mean fiscally conservative, politically conservative…?”

He said, “Probably both.”

(Probably? You’re not sure?!)

“…any other questions?”

“Well.” I said, “as I understand it, there are six separate companies which all report up to the same holding company as its umbrella or ultimate parent company, correct?”


“And do these six separate companies share in each other’s profits and losses, or are the finances and accounting kept separate?”

“No, they all share in each other’s profits.”

“Ah,” I replied. “That could be problematic for me. My understanding is that one of the companies does repair work, among other things, for helicopters that are flying in and out of Iraq, Afghanistan, and Pakistan on a fairly regular basis, so it seems to me it would behoove the company to keep the country at war.”

His face turned to stone as he said, “All Americans—all TRUE Americans—should support their troops and provide for them the best services available!”

I told him he’d get no argument from me on that count, “…I agree completely that as long as our brave men and women are out there giving their lives for our country they should have top of the line equipment kept in immaculate order, but that’s not what I said. What I said was it seems that it’s in this company’s best interest to stay at war so you can continue to have that lucrative contract from the Federal Government.”

At that point, he turned beet red, stood up, and started stammering about how we’re still fighting WWII, did I know that?! That we’re still sending people and planes every day into countries where we fought WWII to protect America’s interests, etc., etc., etc.

I looked at my watch (more to regain my composure than to actually find out the time), stood up slowly, put my coat on, reached out my hand to shake his hand, said to him as kindly as I could, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask the question at the beginning of the hour. I hope you find the right person for this position”, and walked out of his office.

My hands were in my pockets so he couldn’t see them shaking. I’ve never been so bold in all my life. It was invigorating and exhilarating and terrifying and ohmygod I just walked away from a job that pays more money than I’ve ever seen in my whole life!

Then I sat in my car and cried. I did not barf, even though I wanted to.

So, that’s that.