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Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho, It’s Off to Town I Go

/ Quilly / 17 Comments

Well, actually, I went.  I am back now.  I took the ferry to the mainland today then drove in to Oak Harbor for an Avon Sales meeting and  I had a wonderful encounter with God along the way.

This morning I loaded the stuff into my car that I had to take to the meeting.  I got my shopping list, made certain I had money, and took my camera. I put a blanket, my hat, coat and gloves in the back seat (waiting in line for the ferry can get cold this time of year).   I took a couple of books to read while crossing the Sound and I stopped and got a Mocha as well.

Unfortunately, I forgot my directions, but I was comforted by the knowledge that I knew which street the meeting was on, and I was certain if I racked my brains hard enough I would even remember the name of the restaurant — but no amount of thinking pulled up anything but Angelo’s — and I knew it wasn’t there.

That’s when it dawned on me to check my email.  I was pretty certain I hadn’t deleted the message — so I pulled into the K-Mart parking lot and grabbed my phone.  As it turns out, the directions I had memorized were for tomorrow’s meeting!  Today’s meeting was at The American Legion Hall on Barrington Rd.  Great, I thought.  Where the heck is Barrington Rd?  I looked around and didn’t see anyone in the parking lot, but there was a gas station next door so I headed there — and on the way I noticed that K-Mart is on the corner of Highway 20 and Barrington Rd.

The first thing I did was say, Thank you, God.  He knew exactly when to nudge me to pull over.  So, I had Barrington Rd.  Next, I needed the American Legion.  Left or right?  Left or … the left turn arrow lit up, so left it was.  When the left turn arrow lit, I drove right by the gas station where I was going to get directions.  Once on Barrington Rd I was thinking that wasn’t such a good idea.  I could be going the wrong way.

I saw the post office as I passed it.  I thought, I’ll get directions there.  So at the next corner I pulled into a parking lot to turn around and there was the American Legion Hall.  I looked at my watch.  I had about 7 minutes to spare.  And again I said thank you, God.

I don’t think it is a coincidence that I could drive to a city I don’t know (with a population of roughly 20,000 people) and blunder my way directly to where I was supposed to be.  Whenever I go on a road trip I ask God to come with me.  I think my drive today is proof he did.   God is faithful even in the little things.

Coffee Shop Shopping

/ Quilly / 12 Comments

I took myself and my Avon off to Criminal Coffee this morning and set up at a table.  This is my new Monday strategy.   I took a few nice products to catch people’s eye.  It worked.  A lot of folks stopped to look.  No one bought anything on the table, but I did take two orders for other products and I gave away a couple of books to new people.

Avon has a new mascara out that got a lot of comments but no one ordered.  It is Sonic Mascara and comes with a vibrating brush.  I’d like to repeat some of the comments, but I am certain if you use your imagination you’ll think them up all on your own.  (Thank heavens Thom is on vacation!)

Quilly Update

/ Amoeba / 23 Comments

Today (21 August 2010) is the last day of the San Juan County Fair. Ever since Wednesday, she’s been staffing her very own booth at the fair – all by herself. From 9 in the morning to 9 or 10 at night. (Amoebae have to work their own jobs, and they don’t make very convincing Avon ladies anyway.)

Needless to say, about the only thing that the Q wishes when she gets home these last few nights is a shower and a bed. Blogging, not so much. There are certain challenges to trying to prepare blog posts with eyes closed.

Rest assured, Quilly will be back on the blog circuit in a day or two, after she gets a chance to recover from her stint as a carnie kid. That’s carnival kid, for the unworthy among you out there. Sheesh.

Safer Than One Overhead

/ Amoeba / 6 Comments

Early Wednesday morning …

He: “Ready?”

She: “Think so.”

He: “Got your vendor pass?”

She: “Check.”

He: “Tables and chairs?”

She: “Check.”

He: “Avon stuff?”

She: “Check.”

He: “Balanced?”

She: “Checkbook. You thought I wasn’t listening, weren’t you?”

He: “Camera?”

She: “And just when do you think I’m going to have time to take pictures?”

He: “You’ll find the time. Especially if the geese fly over your head. That’s a photo I’d like to have. Just the thing for this occasion.”

She: “Are you calling me silly?”

He: “Of course not. But they are San Juan County fowl.”

She: “Are we there yet?”

New Profile Pic

/ Quilly / 37 Comments

Yeah, that’s a new profile pic.  That’s my real hair color — dull brown, gray and white.  And those are my real wrinkles.  I’d like to pretend they were worse because I was squinting at the sun, but truthfully, I was trying very hard not to squint.

Back to my hair — other than the multicolored thing, it looks pretty darn good don’t you think?  Avon has a mousse and a hair spray that provide excellent hold, yet are still natural-looking and flexible.  Amoeba ran his fingers through my hair and said, “Well, I can tell there is product on it, but I am not sticking to you and you’re not crispy or anything.”  That’s very nice, but what I really like about these products, is that my hair looks as good on day two as it did on day one.