horror of horrors..and Merry Christmas to me!

I was just getting ready to put pen to paper for this year's Christmas list (my husband requires that I make one, complete with item numbers and other pertinent information), when I made a shocking discovery! It seems that the beloved-by-any-who've-tried-it Print Gocco machine has been discontinued by it's manufacturer, Riso. I learned this while waiting in line to pick my daughter up from school; My son was asleep in the back seat of the minivan, and I was enjoying a few minutes peace and quiet perusing through my new issue of Craft: magazine. Inside, an article by Jill Bliss caught my attention, for it was about the Print Gocco. The very same print Gocco I had meticulously researched last year, and then forgot about when I got on my Kitschy Kitschy Christmas kick (more on that some other time). I was, of course, saddened and dismayed by this news, but cheered up slightly when I learned that the gocco will not go down without a fight. I came home and immediately signed the online petition to Save the Gocco!
How could I not?
In the meantime, my husband can still consider getting me the ice fishing sweater coat from Anthropologie (in case I need to do some ice fishing when we go to Minnesota next month). Oh! And I also want the hand carved deer head (saw this in an Andersonville shop this past weekend and I need it for the new house!) Santa? Anyone?

My Trunk, it Runneth Over

I had so much fun at the DIY Trunk Show last weekend, but I've been too crazy with unpacking my wares and hosting holiday guests to post the photos until now. No, the trunk show was not in my dining room, even though that's where I took these pictures. I set up my table ahead of time to make sure I had everything I needed, and these pictures look much better than those from the actual event. I was having a bad hair day and an even worse skin day, and I wouldn't want you to know how imperfect I am in real life. Anyways...
The folks over at Business POV shot a little movie about the show, and I couldn't figure out how I missed the "crew" while they interviewed all these people right in my area. Then I saw the camera pan across my booth (mostly obscured by - YAY! a shopper), and realized the problem: I was away on a potty break and my table was being manned by my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law's yawning (yes, yawning!) boyfriend. No wonder no one came to interview sweetjessie. Well, even if I'm not an indie film star, Faythe Levine of the Indie Craft Documentary wandered over to my table and especially liked one of my vintage schoolbook buttons, and that's good enough for me.