So, as most things- it starts small. A couple of friends who met at a burn a million years ago sitting around a table with a bottle of wine, talking about making something. Then dreams got big. We had grand plans, buying a car, and making it in to a boat. A boat that breath fire and has a programmable LED display and serves liquor and has a stripper pole.... and then we remembered that we don't have anywhere to put a car... nor do we really know how to make it breath fire.. and then we started to calculate how much it would all cost... and then our dream got much more reasonable.
Then disaster struck- our plan got derailed when not a single member of our group got tickets. We were deflated, defeated and started to plan on just a little camping trip, but then it happened- one of us got a STEP ticket, and then another and another. And things took off quickly. What was this dream you ask?
Well I outlined it in a post on eplaya when I was still begging for tickets:
Title: I want to make you a grilled cheese sandwich.
I'm a woman who has a dream.
In this dream, I'm wearing my yellow 50's apron, you know- the one
with the gnomes on it. I have rollers in my hair and a top that's cut
a little too low to be strictly proper on a Thursday morning. I pull
up in front of your camp on my bike which is pulling a wagon. I set a
camp chair down with a flourish and announce "Come here hun, You look
like you need a sammie". The back of the wagon folds out to a table
with a gingham table cloth and even a little plastic daisy in a vase.
As you peer closer, you marvel at my wagon and marvel you should
because its a miraculous invention- it runs a griddle off a battery,
and has a cooler storage area filled with delicious cheeses and butter
and yumminess.
And then I proceed to make you the most glorious grilled cheese
sandwich you have ever had. Glorious because of the delicious
ingredients. Glorious because all you've been eating for three days is
trail mix and Cool Ranch Doritos out of the back of your tent.
Glorious because it might be you had a tad too much to drink last
night/this morning/five minutes ago. Glorious because its made with
dusty sweet love (but contains only minor amounts of actual dust) by a
crazy person wearing an apron and curlers in the desert.
Bad news is.. this is only a dream. A dream because I don't have
tickets. My husband, the metal worker and engineer who is making this
cart, doesn't have a ticket. I, the chef with the awesome gnome apron,
don't have a ticket. We need two tickets to make this happen.
You could make that dream a reality. I'll even put a little framed
picture of you on my cart if you like. I'm offering face value- like
any good burner should- along with a heaping of good will.
Thanks 'hun for reading my message.
xoxo 'Snarf.
That was a couple of weeks ago. The universe has seen it fit to give me tickets and building has begun in earnest. This should get interesting quickly.
So I'll introduce you to our build team:
We have Hunter: Engineer, enthusiast of all things electrical and computer. Lover of arduinos and maker of things. He's on the left. Next to him is Grandma Dan- Dan would help us build if he didn't still live in Atlanta. We love him anyway. One day we will tempt him to move to the superior coast.
We have Glen: Actress, crafter and seamstress. She's in the middle in the purple dress with the long red hair. The couple on the end are Juju and Rutledge- hopefully the ticket gods will smile on them, and they will be joining us in the dust.
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| I stole this photo from a mutual friend's wedding album. Their photographer rocked. dreamtimeimages.com |
Then there's me, Carrie: sculptor, sometimes seamstress, team medic, and chef and my husband Chris- computer nerd, metal working enthusiast and general rock star.
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Materials were ordered this weekend. They should be arriving any day now. I'll start posting updates as soon as they arrive.
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