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Dollymama has an Etsy store!

Well, I did it!  I opened a dollymamas by joey llc Etsy store and I had waaaaaaay too much fun doing it!   This is how it accidentally happened.  I made a big flower pin and earrings out of vintage fabrics for an outfit I was going to wear.  I got so many compliments that I decided to make them.  My studio became a fabric disaster.!   Now I was the proud owner of a lot of brooches and earrings and I wasn’t’ sure what I was going to do with them.  So I opened a store.  Who knows if you don’t try!

joey's studio

joey’s studio

 

Now, because I love displays, (I couldn’t just put them in a box and ship them off), I hand drew a dollymama on an 8″ x 10″ canvas an attached the jewelry.  Brilliant!   Each piece comes with a story of who she is and her name.  Here’s an example . . . I also added cell phones bags and a couple Man gifts!

dollymama brooch and earrings

dollymama brooch and earrings

dollymama cell phone bag

dollymama cell phone bag

 

dollymama man "not listening"

dollymama man “not listening”

If you are interested in seeing more, come check out my Etsy store.   https://www.etsy.com/shop/DollymamasByJoeyLLC?ref=hdr_shop_menu

Trunk shows and handbags

I had a Trunk show this past week at a fabulous store in Exton Pa called Whitford Flowers & Gifts.  Me being me, I could not just show up with dollymama manufactured gifts.  So…..in between having a cold and hot flashes, I took dollymama banners I had lying around and turned them into cell phone handbags.  My grandma would be so proud of me!  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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Self help burnout

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Is it possible to overdose on self help?  I have been obsessing over “who am I, what’s my purpose” blah, blah, blah while listening to every type of self help I can get my hands on.  Why?  Hell if I know.  I guess I feel I should be making myself a better person.  Why?  Hell if I know.  I haven’t killed anyone, I’m kind, well, except for the periods of mass peri-menopausal surges.  Instead of just connecting with other women I am sitting in my studio playing with dolls and talking to the dog.  Not that I am knocking that, but I think it’s time I get out of my comfort zone and talk to people who don’t pee on a wee-wee pad.

All this blabber brings me to my pics above.  While searching for myself I came across an idea I had in 2012 to make my metal dolly mamas into wood.  Like most of my ideas…it ended up in a drawer.  Then I came across a bag of cut-up fabric I picked up at Goodwill for $2.00. I have always been drawn to as my daughter used to say “old dead peoples stuff”.  I love the possible stories that are tied to everything.  For example, the fabulous fabric on this skirt was made from a pair of pants that someone hand sewn and then cut apart at sometime.  I wonder what her story was?  Why did she cut her pants up, was she having a bad week too?  Did she eat too much chocolate and not fit into her pants anymore?  Did she feel just like me?  And then I wonder….one day will someone find this dolly mama at our local Goodwill and wonder what my story is?   Anyhoooooo. . . what was I talking about?  Oh never mind, I’m starting to bore myself.  I guess the moral to the story is to stop trying to be better and realize we are good just the way we are!  Because personally if I don’t start to listen to my own advice, my daughter will probably donate me to Goodwill!

 

the perfect man . . .

The perfect man

The perfect man

Need I say more?  Have a fabulous happy weekend!

 

Creative or just lazy?

don't bother me

don’t bother me

My problem is I’m always in a creative mood which makes getting real work done . . . well . . how do I day this?  Ummm . . .not done!  I started my day out with a cup of coffee and my computer.  So far, so good!  Then I saw a couple old cookie tins in my studio yelling “cut me”. . . So I did!  Needless to say, 6 hours later, I’ve done not a lick of grown up work and now I am the proud owner of 6 necklaces and no money coming in for the day.  I would fire myself; but then who will do the HR paperwork?

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metal heart necklace-bemetal heart necklace memetal heart necklace i am strong

Girlfriends and other silly matters

its been aI’ve been in a negative funk lately, my hormones and my ego are at war and it’s not pretty.  I was just about to call it quits and put my butt on the couch to watch an old movie and eat crap while feeling sorry for myself when the Universe decided to step in with, “nope, you don’t get to feel sorry for yourself, you have it too good bitch!” and then the phone rang.  My college BFF that I haven’t spoken to in ages was on the other end.  She was a dear old friend, not granny old, more like I haven’t seen you in 30 years old, though . . .I guess that makes me granny old!  Anyhoo . . .After literally talking on the phone for almost 2 hours, (who does that anymore?) I was waiting for my dad to come into my room and yell at me that “grandma has been trying to call for the past hour and GET OFF THAT #@*&% PHONE NOW because she doesn’t know how to make an emergency breakthrough! ”  That really didn’t happen,  my dad passed away 12 years ago, so that would have been kind of weird, plus I don’t think anyone under the age of 40 knows what the hell I am talking about!. Well that was one hell of a run on sentence!  Kind of funny since my girlfriend is an English teacher!  OK, time to bring it back home.  We decided to meet and found a spot for lunch half way between both of us. Because of my obsessive need to be on time and I was running late, I parked in the first place I could find near the restaurant.  Why didn’t I park at the restaurant?   Well . . .that would be too easy!   I illegally parked in the back of what I think was a post office slash dump and ran.  Hoping when I got back I still had a car,  then it occurred to me. . .  how appropriate it would be having my car at the pound since it kind of looks like a monkey cat, (don’t ask, I’m not sure what monkey cat is), anyway, that is if a monkey cat had eye lashes!  mini cooper with eye lashes

What was I saying?  Oh yeah. . .so I made it to the restaurant only 2 minutes late and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember if Lynne was a 15 minutes late girl or anally early like moi, (well, except for this time).   I think years of smoking pot in my 20’s killed me of all remembering brain cells.  She was there on time and looking just like she did when we met 100 years ago.  It was like no time had past since we last saw each other.  And when I mean “saw” each other, it was because we both now had glasses on!  There might have been some added wrinkles;  I couldn’t find my reading glasses so I wouldn’t know.  PS, about an hour into our conversation, I did find them . . . .on top of my head!

if we get caughtAfter pretty much pissing everyone in the restaurant off who were within 10 feet of us, playing a little game we like to call  “remember this, remember that” talk which kind of goes like “Oh, remember that girl, what’s her name, she had fake blonde hair, dated that guy who we hated, what was his name”?  I am not sure if we completed on full sentence; but it was deliciously fun!  That’s the thing about girl friends, the true ones are always there and love you even when you don’t love yourself!  So I say to all of you who are feeling like me, that the world is against you and there is no way out, reach out and send love to someone you know who will make you laugh, not judge you on how you feel and will be more then happy to be there when you don’t have the strength to be there for yourself.

mother plucker!

of coarse I'm a good motherI just had a giant fibroid taken out of me along with my fallopian tubes, or maybe it was my brain and my fallopian tubes!  Either way, I seemed to have gone into hormonal shock, questioning everything I have done in the past 51 years.  Yes, I had a lot of time on my hands and yes the morphine drip might of had something to do with it. . . In medical terms I went a little nuts.  I know as an artist slash mother we are not the norm, or maybe it’s just me.  I taught Zoe to play in the puddles, draw on the walls and make many mistakes which is quite like child abuse for her type of personality.  She is a child who has to follow the rules at all times!  And when I got divorced and starting acting like I was in my 20’s could be the reason she doesn’t want to date.  I can go one but just in case my mother is reading this, I should quit while I’m ahead!  Somehow or another my fabulous child turned out ok and I couldn’t be more proud of her.  I adored being a mother and  I love being an artist.  My dad said I came out of my mother chasing boys (because I needed to get married and have a daughter) and holding a crayon. . . it’s all I know, it’s in my bones.  I guess I should give myself a break because if I wasn’t so nuts, maybe I wouldn’t see the world the way I do.  So to all mothers out there . . . I give you a big Woo Hoo!  And do yourself a favor.  Give your kids a pad and pen to write everything down so when they are in therapy in their 30’s blaming you for everything, at least they will get it right!

 

Creating happiness

funny girl studio 2While sitting in my store looking at the loooong list of things I needed to do and didn’t want to do, I had an idea, a beautiful silly idea to go visit my studio in the back.  (It seemed like a lot more fun then cleaning the toilets or emptying the garbage.)  And there in the complete mess of things I saw balsa wood, outdoor fencing wire and paper clay, not too mention the other junk just laying around wanting to be glued, drilled or sewn onto other junk.  That’s when it hit me, my inner child said let’s make dolls.  So I did.  I have a theory . . .There’s this huge filing cabinet in my head that used to have useful information in it.  If you took an X-ray of my brain, you would find puppies, wine and a lot of dead brain cells I think, which is why I don’t worry anymore about what I or anyone else thinks.  Maybe it’s part of getting older and not caring. I just stopped over obsessing and criticizing my art thoughts.  I just create what I feel.  No rules!!!  So when I started this project I did have a couple mishaps.  (I never played with paper clay before so her nose fell off, her boobs slid down, pretty much the same crap that happens to me!)  But in the end, I ended up with two very funky inspiring dolls if I say so myself!  So I guess the lesson I learned today is “make art, don’t clean toilets!misfit moods be sillyMisfit moods I am strong

 

 

 

 

New philosophy . . .

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I am obsessed with glasses these days. . .probably because I can’t see crap without them.  And the worst thing is I am always loosing them (usually on my head!)  Or when I am having a really good day, you might catch me yelling in my store to anyone who will hear me “have you seen my glasses” and the reply is “they’re in your hand”  Oy!

In my head I look absolutely fabulous with glasses on, but then I look in the mirror and all I see are all those chin hairs that weren’t there the day before!  With that being said maybe my new philosophy should be “I don’t give a *#@%!” anymore.  Let those chin hairs grow long and proud.  I could add a bead or maybe even better, tie them to my eye glasses so I don’t loose them!

 

No coffee, no workee!

 

There isn’t enough coffee to get me through this holiday season, my soon to be husband is Christian and I’m jewish, one holiday was hard enough to handle; but now . . .Oy Vey!  The Funny Girl shoppe is keeping me so busy we haven’t had a chance to even get a Jewmas tree.  And between you and me, the thought of leaving my shop and going to the mall is more then I can take right now. I know I should be making more jewelry for the store; or . . hey . . maybe make some gifts for my crazy friends; soooooooo, on that note, I send everyone love, silliness and and some original drawings of how I hope your new year will be . . . xo joey
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