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About thelumberjackandthegypsy

The lumberjack is my husband and he owns Arrowhead Wood Products; Arrowhead Toboggan and Snowshoe; and Lake Superior Furniture Co. and is the exclusive manufacturer of wood shutters for Summit Hill Shutter Co. The gypsy is me, and I have a passion for teaching people to tap into their creative side, even when they think they don't have one! I did not grow up creative or artsy and I was in my thirties before I started sewing and creating things. I am a rug hooker; artisan teddy bear maker; painter (from pictures to large pieces of furniture!); knitter; doll maker; needle-felter, repurposer; sewer; decorator; blogger; glamper; reader; vintage jewelry maker; junker; and now a shop owner. But the lumberjack and I feel our greatest gifts in this world are our four grandkids and our daughter and her husband and our relationship with Jesus Christ. We have been married for more than 33 years and most of that time we have lived out in the country on a hobby farm where we have raised chickens, turkeys, ducks, goats, pigs and beef cattle. We also homeschooled our only child for her entire school years. We lived out our dream of being like the The Little House on the Prairie and they were great times. I also have a personal blog: rantingsofamadqueen.wordpress.com where I tell stories of what life on the farm has been like and other things that pop up in my very weird mind. I prefer "quirky or eccentric" instead of weird (sounds more fascinating and less creepy)!

My Super Power is in Maximum OverDrive…

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I never asked for this power.  If given a choice, I would have chosen reading minds as my power and then my marriage would be so much easier.  But no one asked me. One day it just showed up.  At first, I thought it was a weird snafu but as time went on and more and more things started to happen, I occurred to me that this indeed was my super power.

This past weekend I had the power to make my new (new to us…2006) SUV go all postal and start to make sounds I can only assume were mating calls.  I had only driven it that day and I had no idea of the bells and whistles (literally) it had on it.  All I wanted to do was use the fobby-thing to lock my door.  It seemed simple enough.  There was a typical Yale lock icon and below it an unlocked Yale lock button so I gathered up all my knowledge of 63 plus years and pressed the button expecting the door to lock and maybe a shy, little, beep to follow, letting me know, it indeed was locked.  Well ya’ll can imagine my surprise when she started to hoop and holler and the lights were all a’blinkin…dang near gave me a heart attack.  So I looked on the back of the fobby-thing and there was a red PANIC button and since I was panicked, I pushed it thinking it would stop all this caterwauling….nay, nay….it just added more noises to the mix.  So I thought maybe it was voice activated, so I start yelling, “STOP< STOP<NO<NO” but it must not be the right thing to say since it did not stop it.  SO I did what any person in their right minds would do…I started hitting every button on the fobby-thing and one of them made it shut up…..UNTIL I went to try the door and the stupid noise started again.  So I pressed more buttons until it stopped and then said the heck with it cause by now my blood pressure was sky high.  Five days later and I still haven’t had the courage to try it again.

My power has now affected my WiFi device.  Until two weeks ago, it was working just fine on my newer ipad and POOF just like that, my power leaked out of me and I no longer have my WiFi connection.  My ipad refuses to believe that I know the right password for the little device that brings all that lovely internet service to it.  I keep putting in the right password, and it keeps rejecting me.  It is making me drink more.  But on the bright side of this, my old ipad is up and running on WiFi like a champ….figure that one out if you will.

Today I took myself to Best Buy to find out how long a sales person could handle me and my power before passing me off to someone else.  I went through three people.  It might be a personal record for me.

Two lovely young women were so helpful (one was on her first day in Mobile….she may have gone back to Customer Service….)I explained to them that I wanted a new phone but nothing fancy and I wanted unlimited data so I could watch movies, etc. on my ipad since we only have free tv at the house and I am getting way too familiar with how to kill people since I usually only watch ION Television.  And I wanted to be taken off my husband’s phone plan since we have half of Texas on it and the Mister keeps telling me I AM using up all the data.  But before they can set me up with the phone I was told I should get (A big shout out to my cousin’s wife for taking the time to talk to me last weekend about phones…Thanks Fish!) I had to go and screw up the rep from Apple with my tales of how my power messed up the WiFi at the house.  He told me to do what I had already tried and was kerfluffled at why it would do what it did.  He blamed it on the “Hot spot thingy” we have at home since it would connect to the Best Buy wifi.  So I am still without wifi…..I think…..

 

3BE4CBB6-2F7F-4CC1-9BCD-DF30BF69E66BSo once we got everything sorted out, one of the ladies asked me if I want all my info from my old phone on my new phone.  I was shocked that they could do that since my old phone is really old but she reassured me that she could do it so after 45 minutes it was done and another person came over and he was doing whatever he needed to do to make it work and he asked me for my password.  I looked at the phone and my power had made it ask for the OLD password from the OLD email address I had had years ago and who in the heck can remember passwords from then?  I told him I had no idea what it was since it was back from years ago and then my powers shot from my mouth to the phone and locked it up so it would not do anything.  Nothing. Nada.  Zip. Zilch.  And all I could do was laugh because THIS IS MY FREAKIN’ LIFE people.  Doesn’t matter what it is….if it is electrical, it gets screwed up by my freakish energy field.  He had to take it over the the Apple Rep to see if he could figure it out.  When he came back with a look of bewilderment on his face, I told him to just delete EVERYTHING that had come from my old phone.  I would manually add back my contacts, etc.  I was terrified I was going to leave the store with a faulty phone.  I can be bold but not when it comes to technology.  I do not understand it one iota so to argue with someone over something techie is so out of my league.  But he was able to clear everything and now I have a brand spanking new (it is an iphone SE which is just after the 6 so I am still way behind) but as long as I can take photos and post to facebook and Instagram and watch movies on my ipad, I will be a happy camper.   We will see……

I had to pay for the phone and the case so they rang me up and I wrote a check….and they processed it and it came back DENIED.  WHAT THE HECK?  I had just deposited a chunk of cash and gotten the slip with my balance on it and I knew unless I had left my body and flew to Amazon Headquarters and bought a bunch of stuff, there was a ton (okay, not a Khardashian ton, but a ton for “all I have is my old age money” me) of money in my account.  How can I be out of money?  So I gave them my debit card and it only had enough money for part of the payment.  WHAT IS HAPPENING?  I was mortified.  Thankfully, I had some cash so I was able to purchase my phone and case but I was so confused over why my money was not available.  Was my power that strong that is could break Best Buy’s cash register?  (I have broken brand new giant moving dental x-ray machines so I suppose it was possible.).  I was so befuddled that I drove to my next appointment in a haze and what should have been an in and out situation, was delayed by the guy in the office being out and the other man trying to call him and my agent not answering his phone and no one knew quite what to do.  They finally decided that I could take the policy and if the agent needed more information he could call me (tho, I am not sure if I gave them my new number correctly….I had just had my phone for less than 30 min and I had not written down the new number because “I’ll remember it”……..)

Fast trip up to Michaels, where when I went to check out and they asked if I was in their rewards program and I said I thought I was, they checked both my old numbers and of course, I was NOT so I gave them my NEW cell phone number and they said that that number was already in their system!!!!   OH DEAR GOD….all I wanted to do was rush home and have a bean burrito and a BIG adult beverage and watch a movie on my ipad with the unlimited data and not think about my super power anymore today.  I can see why Peter Parker wanted to chuck all his Spidey stuff and just be normal.  This Super Power crap is for the birds………

I want to go back to the “Dark Ages” where phones had cords, cash registers only had numbers, radios were only AM/FM, TV’s had four channels and a remote that only had ON/OFF and Volume and Channels controls and you put records on the HiFi and we only dreamt about phones where you could see people on them……..

Queen who longs for the “good old days”

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News from The Lumberjack & The Gypsy

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My shop (The Lumberjack & The Gypsy) is just about ready for a Grand Opening Weekend. This goofy Minnesota weather has delayed me a bit as well as a host of other things but once I get the outside painted and the decking stenciled….I will have it. Of course, it has been open for business […]

via Just About Ready for Grand Opening…… — The Lumberjack & The Gypsy

I Had Nothing Else To Do…..

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Boredom is never a good state for a Creative*

Yesterday was a day someone should have been here with me.

Someone who actually would have some control over me….hmmm….gotta think about who that could be….we all know it isn’t my hubs or my mom….and none of my friends are big enough to wrestle me down….besides if God didn’t want me to shorn myself, He never should have allowed hair clippers to be invented.  (And yes, I do know that the Bible says it is a shame for a woman to have shorn hair.  But I can live with that!)

So I got out my nifty new little clippers….so much easier to handle than the bigger ones…..and I used to use them on my dog but don’t tell my sister cause I gave them to her for her hair!!!

I loved my teal hawk and cut-in shapes of all colors but the hair in-between the shapes had started to grow in and it looked skanky.  Besides being a Creative, I am also an Impulser*.  When I want to do something, I want to do it NOW.

I have always wanted to shave my head and a couple of years ago I went down to a quarter inch all around and the world did not end so I figured, “What the heck…it will grow back” and went to town (not literally, I never go out).

When I got done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought…..”Well, my mom is going to have a heart attack if she sees this”.  I gave what my hubs might think a thought but after almost 34 years, I’m pretty sure nothing I do anymore surprises him and he’ll get over it.

Do I like it?  Not especially.  We keep our house at a chilly 66 degrees and I sleep in the lower living room where there is no heat unless we have a fire or an electric heater on and I don’t like to sleep with either one on so I had to sleep in a head-tube-thing that cool, outdoorsy people wear as bandeaus.  I bought it when I had dreads and thought I was cool.

So today I slapped on a ton of make-up to take some photos for ya’ll.  In the process, I reminded my self of Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Clean, a drag queen before they stick on their gorgeous wigs and myself at 95.

Please let me know who you think I resemble.  I promise not to be offended.  Seriously….how could you possibly offend me…..and to think I did this willingly to myself.  Well…at least I didn’t pay someone else to do it to me.   (I wonder if I had, if it would have turned out like this?  And where did all those scars come from?  I hit my head a LOT but I do not ever recall ever bleeding and I would assume you would have to have cut open your head to have a scar?  The things you find out when you shave your head….ya’ll out to try it at least once in your life.)  “No guts, No glory” is what I always say……(Okay, I really mostly say is, “Well that didn’t turn out like I thought” but it is basically the same thing.)

Your Queen of “OMG, did you see what that idiot did now to her hair”

Robyn

*Creative:  what I decided to call myself instead of Artist as I never felt comfortable with that adjective as people mostly assume you paint on canvass and I do so much more!

*Impulser:  someone who cannot control their urges when something strikes their fancy to do, or buy, or say!

So What Happened to Oct/Nov. Haircolors

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I am pretty sure I have Creative Attention Deficit Disorder.  I cannot seem to finish most every thing I start creatively (and in every other aspect of my life).  I am all amped up and buy everything I need (and more) to get me going but halfway through I get distracted by something else and I am off on a different creative path.

It makes me crazy that I am that way but I seem to not be able to change.  I don’t know if I was always like this, but it has been my modus operandi for the past two decades.

Someday I may seek a therapist to help me understand why I do the things I do (my mom and hubs would say it is a form of rebellion and perhaps, they are right….but don’t tell them that or they will think they are right all the time and my life will be a living hell!)

So getting back to my hair…..I did bleach it all out for October to go Opal but as these photos will reveal, the blue did not bleach out and I was not about to bleach it again as my scalp goes numb for a good 24 hours after a bleaching session and even I think that can’t be healthy.   So I just added an ash blonde toner to it and as it washed out it became opalescent but I have no photos to prove it.  (I did but because I am so technically challenged I thought if I added photos from my general photos to a “Hair” album that I could delete them from the general photos and they would stay in the album.  Either that is not true, or I did it wrong because all the photos that I deleted after putting them in albums are now gone from my ipad.  Whether or not they are up in that elusive “Cloud” I do not know as I have no idea how to access this “Cloud”.   It is such a challenge being me…..)

And in keeping with the technology challenged thread, it just took me 20 minutes how to figure out how to access my photos from my ipad to post these pictures since WordPress changed the format on my blog….no wonder I have high blood pressure.

So, since October was a bust, I kinda was dishearten about November and knew that if I colored it Topaz for November, I would have to bleach it all out for December and I just wasn’t up for that so instead I buzzed the sides and back down to the nub.  I REALLY wanted to just buzz the whole thing but no matter what I do, I just can’t rock that Uncle Fester vibe.

So here it is, December’s look……the teal on the faux hawk is beautiful in real life…..the shapes are my husband’s doing….I KNOW, right…….but I must have gotten him in just the right mood cause he was game to try it.  He just said to me today, that he needs to recut the shapes since they have grown in since we did it two weeks ago. I have not left the house so I have no idea how this look will fly in public.  It must be my most dramatic do to date.  The first photo is my inspiration….the others are pure me!688DBCA7-0974-43A9-879A-83B0D5849238

This is right after Scott did the coloring so it is wet and in real life it is no quite that vibrant and the faux hawk stands straight up.   If I ever go anywhere and actually put on make-up, I will take a photo and show you how it looks today.

As far as next month and going Garnet…..we will just have to see…..

The Queen of the Oddest Hair in the Neighborhood,

Robyn

Saving My Mailman One Good Deed At A Time

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I don’t wish to brag, but I did a very selfless act this morning.  In doing so, I expect I saved the very life of my rural mailman.

Before I humbly re-enact my heroic deed, I should explain how rural mail carriers are a whole different breed than your basic urban carrier.  Besides having to have cars with either the steering wheel on the right-side (which I know for my British readers, that is normal) or having to have a really long left leg and arm, so you can sit on the right side and still drive and work the gas/brake pedals, they also very often deliver packages deemed “not worthy of our time but we will still charge you an exorbitant amount of money to send it using our UPS rates” by other carriers.

In the past I have lauded the generosity and bravery and long-sufferingness of my mail guy, Tom.  A real rural hoarder’s, I mean collector’s, friend is old Tom.  I wonder how many strange packages he has delivered to my house over the years?  Remember the time I ordered a full-size saddle from EBay and it was delivered via the USPS shrink-wrapped in black plastic bags and poor Tom had to drive up to my house and honk (that is the way we do it around here, or I should say, the way TOM does it….I think it is a kindness on his part and not part of the Mail Carriers Oath….”neither snow, nor rain, nor huge dogs, rouge pigs or wild goats, shall keep us from our appointed rounds” (extremely paraphrased by author)).

So getting back to my tale of heroism….this morning at the butt-crack of dawn (9am), as I am just getting to sleep (caught some kind of bug and have not slept in three nights or days….more or less) out in my camper (tent bed, AC, medicinal hidden BlackBerry Brandy, no bugs or snakes), I hear the roar of Tom’s old car coming into the driveway and the melodic honk of his horn.  I am expecting some things via some kind of carrier so I think about jumping (hahaha…I kill myself….me jumping out of bed….a slow roll is more like it) out of my squooshy bed and since I cannot sleep in normal bedtime attire, I have just a t-shirt on and by the time I get into my lovely Lularoe leggings and a normal shirt plus my “when can I get out of this damn”  Playtex torture device, he will be home having dinner so my initial thought is to just go flying out wrapped up in my fake Muppet fur pink blanket.  Now here comes the heroic part:

I saved Tom the wonder carrier, the shock of his life by NOT flinging my ever so large, wrapped up in yards of long furry pink blanket body with dark blue-standing straight up from my head like some kind of Roman soldier helmet-hair, bare hairy legs and too big for me but work ok running (again….hahaha…running) to and fro the camper, red Crocs.  The poor man would have screamed like a little girl and hit the gas and probably ran smack dab into Scott’s large, but sunk once when he forgot to put a plug back in the engine when he was fixing it at the marina, fishing boat that has resided IN FRONT of the door to the garage all summer.

So, you see, my friends, not all heroes live in Texas….some of us live in the woods of northern Minnesota, saving one mailman at a time…..

You’re welcome,

The Queen (who really needs her own cartoon show or sitcom….just sayin…)

September Blues

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This month is Sapphire Blue.  Took me two tries to get it this color.  But I think it is close!

I think I am going to invest in mock turtle-necks as the skin around my neck looks like I am a toad….now that I think of it, I am beginning to really look toadish.  Great…thank goodness this is only my temporary body.  My eternal body will be much less toadish I am sure.

Well, for better or worse, here I am…..

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Getting Ready to Live The Dream

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Pop on over to my shop/studio blog: thelumberjackandthegypsy.wordpress.com to see what my first artsy-fartsy class will be.  My goal is to make quick and easy projects for gals on the go who do not want to commit to several weeks in a row that the community ed classes tend to be.

One night and bam….you are done, project in hand.  Plus, you will get a chance to see what is in the shop before anyone else as I am not yet ready to be open to the public!

Here is a peek at the first project….remember to check out the studio/shop blog and follow me to see each week’s class or what is new in the shop area.

IMG_2237 Your Queen of Everything Fartsy,

Robyn