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Triple F to the D August 8, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Fairchild Family Fun,J.Fairchild Photography,Jodie,Tradition — memorykeepersisters @ 3:05 pm

Our family has a fun tradition of having “Fairchild Family Fun Days” or as my brother has dubbed it “Triple F to the D!”.

FFFD is a day where the whole family gets together to do something fun. Sometimes its just going to a movie and eating dinner, other times it has been going to museums. This past Saturday we went to The Painted Pig here in Little Rock and painted pottery together. It was a lot of fun! We ended up spending almost three hours there painting our day away.

Dad Painted a coffee mug, and of course in typical dad style he put everyones name on it, even our dog Lexie (his furry child).

Dads Mug

Other side of the Mug

The bottom (8-15-71 is my parents anniversary, the day the family began, and 8-6-11 is the day the mug was made) Too cute!

Jamie and Brandi each painted wine goblets and a really cool Razorback Tile.

Jamie and Brandi's tile

I also painted a Razorback plate. (Can you tell our family is ready for football season?)

My Plate

Jen painted a Jenuine Memories plate to display on her tables when she goes to craft fairs.

Jens Plate

We also did something really special. We made a family plate. I think it turned out great and I can’t wait to see it once it has been fired and glazed.  Of course, when there is pitter patter of baby feet we can always add a saucer or two with feet prints on it 🙂

Family Plate 🙂

Overall it was a really good family fun day, even though “the curse” had struck again, i guess that’s a different post for a different day!

-Jodie

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Who am I? August 1, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Tradition — memorykeepersisters @ 5:45 pm

This post is going to be kind of weird….so bear with me.

Sometimes I feel as though I have no ethnic identity. I have no country of origin. My people and me come from nowhere.  Some people have coat of arms in their living room. They wear kiss me “I’m Irish” buttons, they refer to themselves as Dutch. But for me and my family we were just white people.  Maybe it was a failure on my grandparents to educate me. My grandparents did not live in the past. My Pepaw loved new technology and things.  He would try to repair things to save a dime, but if he knew there was something out there better, he wanted to get it. Color tvs, microwaves, and gadgets , he was a big fan of newer and better. He didn’t live in the past. My granny would occasionally talk about the days when her and her parents (she was an only child) were living on the oil field. And she told me she was born in a tent in Oklahoma, but other than that, I have no idea where I am from.

When you grow up in Arkansas, just being from Arkansas is your identity.  Back in the days when the internet was just sprouting, I remember telling people from other countries that I was in Arkansas and immediately they would spout off something along the lines of “you wear shoes?” or “Are you a hill billy?” Arkansan is an ethnic identity in itself and one I have never been ashamed of.  But I wish I were something more. I wish I had special holidays or ate special foods.

When I was younger I wanted to be something more than just a “white person” . I would often look at the stars and pretend that one of them was my true homeland and that someday I would return. But now as an adult, I figure I just might as well create an ethnicity. I don’t plan on having kids, so what if I am a weird old lady who thinks she is from a star.

So I have decided that since my last name is Fairchild, I have British/Anglo-Saxon roots on my father’s side. And on my mother’s side I am Bohemian. I am using that term because one time my mother used it to refer to her favorite Aunt. She said that she was an artist, that she was “Bohemian”.  I think she probably meant “like a hippie” or just an “artistic type” but that image stuck in my mind.(She loved her great-aunt and said I was like her but that is a different post for a different day.)  And my Granny would always say that her parents were “oil field gypsies” before they got into the restaurant biz. So maybe that is what I am!

It would explain a lot! For some reason I am attracted to old things, and I absolutely adore old blankets and all my walls are covered with every type of art imaginable. I love the UK and Liverpool, and Wales, and princes and princesses. And the Beatles! And have you seen my earring collection!  I love cheap jewelry and I can’t resist the dollar store. And gypsy tricks, I have pulled a few. I used to trick my sister into doing housework all the time growing up! So maybe that would also explain some of my recent cards:

Victorian Mixed Media

France Mixed Media Butterflies


I just like the way it looks, old, yet regal.  It reminds me of my mother’s “people”, (a collection of plates featuring the same relaxing couple).  And it reminds me of the elegance of the people of old Britain and France. And its different. And maybe that is what I am Different. Not Caucasian, or Dutch or French or British. Just Different.

 

Calling all Fans of the Sock Monkey! July 19, 2011

Ok, recently on Facebook and Twitter, I put out a request asking for ideas for adventures for my beloved Sock Monkeys. Let me explain. My shop Jenuine Memories has three monkeys who currently run rampant in my shop. They wreak havock and have tons of awesome adventures. So far Reginald, Eduardo and Jim have had an awesome summer. Reginald got his degree in Experimental Philosophy. He plans on being a waiter for a few years, backpacking throughout Arkansas and perhaps getting his Masters. He’s well educated and just a bit stuffy. Eduardo, is everyone’s Latin Lover. He enjoys grilling, dressing up in outfits, and dancing. His accent is amazing and when he is around the party can be found. Jim Sockmonkey is like a member of the family. He is reliable, dependable, remembers birthdays, Christmases and Father’s Day. He likes the grill too, but dressing up in funny outfits just isn’t his style. He’s well educated, but not the least bit stuffy. All three got to go the Etsy Little Rock craft fair and enjoyed all the attention!

Jim Sockmonkey!

Reginald Sockmonkey!

I am looking for adventures for the three and perhaps some girls to join the monkeys on their escapades. So far I have two excellent ideas for adventures. One submitted by my friend Rose Marie is to have Sock Monkey see a real monkey. Not only would this have funny repurcussions but also think of the self-reflection that Sock Monkey would have. Seeing his mortal likeness. I think I may make this into a serious card. And another great idea submitted by my friend Dillon Hamm is to have the monkeys rescue the ShoeLion. I am still debating if that is a lion wearing shoes or a lion made of shoes. I still need more ideas so keep em coming!
 

Etsy Craft Fair Fun!! July 14, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Fun with friends,Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Style — memorykeepersisters @ 6:05 pm

I meant to write this sooner, but, I have been extremely lazy. That is the story of my life.

I had an awesome time at the Etsy Little Rock Indie Arts and Music Fesitval. It was so much fun. I had heard about the event in the planning stages, in May and I just knew I wanted to be a part of it. I was extremely nervous in the weeks leading up to it. I kept making cards at my normal pace and I worried that people would not be receptive to my cards, or would worse, think I was insane.  But as the weeks went by, I became more comfortable with the thought of sharing my work in person. Truth be told, its easy to share work on the internet. The person doesn’t have to look at me, also they don’t get the chance to judge me and my artwork at the same time. I am 36 years old, I look like a little old lady school teacher, but inside I feel 20ish and I am an artist making art, not a crafter making crafts. And I know that my work is not the same as the other “artists” there. But to me it is art, so I worried that people would look at me, see old lady school teacher and wouldn’t see artist. But I did get more comfortable with everyone, I didn’t feel that the Etsy Little Rock group were as judgmental as I was being to myself.  Especially since I was receiving updating emails,I felt like I knew the people I would be around, so I got less fearful.  I over prepared, and got everything ready in my home. Almost the same way I prepare at work. I had each scenario planned for and ready to go (or so I thought). By Saturday, I was in a calm space and was ready to share my art.

Little did I know that I passed all my worry on to Jo. She was more nervous than me!  Sure enough as I was meeting the people that I only saw online, I realized that they were very kind and very sweet. I am used to being in the public selling cakes and raising money so talking to strangers is not as scary as talking to other artists, but I felt that I did okay. I was seated next to Tea Party Whimsy and across from Little Anu and The Autumn Rose.     I was very surprised at the level of artistry of their products and how much they respected their work. It was a great experience.


As people came in I was able to tell them about the adventures of my Sock Monkeys and show them my robot and owl cards. A lot of interest was shown to my French cards and I plan on making more of those in different styles and putting them online.  I was surprised at how many people actually bought my cards and I hope that they are able to mail them off to their family and friends. I am willing to sell in public again, but I am going to wait until the weather is cooler!]

Our Brother Jamie and his wife Brandi came to visit!

So did the delightful Mrs. Rachael Swaty!

I could write an entire blog post about the heat and how much I sweated on that day. I truly believe I lost about 10lbs of sweat and I took a long shower when I got back to Jodie’s but I since I felt wet all day, it was just water onto water! It was so gross.

But let me tell you, I could not have done any of this without my sister. She supported me mentally in the weeks leading up to the event. She drove me by the Town Pump so I could get an idea of the space. She loaded up her car with all my stuff. She helped me set it out and sat with me in the heat. She was a great cheerleader and without her I would not have been able to do any of my art or sell it out there. I am so blessed to have her as my sister and my friend.

 

Indie Arts & Music Festival! July 5, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Jenuine Memories,Style — memorykeepersisters @ 6:05 pm

Yep, you read that right! The Etsy Little Rock group is presenting the Indie Arts & Music Festival this upcoming Saturday, July 9th at the Town Pump here in Little Rock.

Vendor booths will be open from 3:00p.m. to midnight and bands will be performing from 6:00 p.m. to midnight.

Of course, Jenuinememories will be a vendor and will have lots of goodies available to purchase. She is also running a special that day, buy two cards get one free.

Check out the flyer below!

We hope to see you there!!!

-Jo and Jen

 

Summer is here! June 14, 2011

When it comes to seasons, usually i’m a fall girl. I love cardigan weather and I own about 15 pairs of ballet flats. Fall means college football and the smell of burning leaves, which is my #2 favorite smell (#1 being gasoline, it’s weird don’t judge me!)

Maybe i’m suffering from some heat related illness but I have to admit, i’m loving the summer right now! There is something to be said about enjoying a nice glass of peach iced tea and laying out in the sun (Which is what I plan to do every weekend between now until fall). One thing I love doing is taking my daily walks on the trail by my apartment, it’s tranquil and it give my head time to unwind from the day, oh and its beautiful!

Summer is going to be great, lucky me has every Friday off and me and the big sister are making plans! Jenuinememories will have a booth at the etsy Little Rock Indie Arts & Music Festival July 9th at the Town Pump in Little Rock! You should come out!

So that’s my plans for the summer, what are yours?

 

Ode to Bubba June 6, 2011

Some children are born into families and can’t recall a time of ever being truly alone. Older brothers and sisters were a routine pest and a necessary bane to existence. Some born so close together they scarce can remember the days of solitude or life without their kindred souls.  Not for me though, I was almost seven before my baby brother entered my life.  And life hasn’t been the same ever and I am truly grateful for that.

Now at 6, I was blessed to not know the mechanics of how my brother got into my mother’s belly. But I knew enough to know that it was a magical time. In October of 1981, we went to Shreveport’s Red River Revel, an annual arts and crafts fair and in a pharmacy there my mother purchased a pregnancy kit. The November before a couple in my church and close friends of my parents (Bryon and Janice Mann) had a baby boy. And my dad told my mother in church that he wanted one of those. So just like any other toy or thing that I wanted I assumed my parents went and got him for me.  So I announced to the entire first grade the Monday after that weekend that my parents went to Shreveport and got me a baby brother.

I think I must have tormented my poor first grade teacher and looking back I now realize why she kept telling me not to declare that I was having a brother, that it easily could be a sister. And that my brother would be born in the summer and NOT anytime soon. Although I was insistent from October on that it would be just any day now and I would not be an only child. And that no matter what anyone said, I was having a brother. At my mother’s shower I recall telling people that we would have no need for anything pink.  “Just throw it in the trash mama! You are having a boy!”

Jamie’s due date was June 4. His name was Jamie, you would think short for James,  but nope! He was named after Jamie Frame, a very handsome character from the soap opera Another World. From the end of May until June 3, I watched Jamie Frame and mother’s swollen belly hoping soon that at least one Jamie would be in my house.  And on June 3 we ate Mexican food and drove over every railroad track in town. After all we were hoping that he would arrive on time.

The Fairchild Kids, September 1988

Sure enough I can remember this as plain as if it were yesterday and not 29 years ago. The next day Mama was straightening the bed in the bedroom and I was getting ready to ride with Ms. Dena to go to Vacation Bible school. Mama told me that today was the day I would be getting a baby brother and sure enough I did.  He was one of the best presents my parents ever gave me.  After that day I was never alone. I had someone out there to be my little brother. Someone for me to love, protect and care for. He grew up to be one of the few people that I can honestly trust.  He’s not my baby anymore, he’s got his own life and wife now. But secretly I am hoping soon that maybe they will head to Shreveport, and get me a niece or nephew.  Come on, I am not getting any younger!

-Jennifer

Being the youngest of three children, I can truly say I was blessed with two siblings that I could look up to. Most of my childhood was spent acting like a tough little tomboy because I wanted to be just like my big brother. I spent hours on my bike riding around with Jamie and his friends and I loved every minute of it. Even as we grew older, I still found myself emulating my older brother; he’s funny and smart and genuinely one of the nicest people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.  On Saturday we had a birthday cookout at his house and looking around the table seeing his friends and family and his beautiful home and wife, I couldn’t be more proud of him. Love you bubba! Happy Birthday!

-Jodie