The Wrecking Crew

They were here today.  The wrecking crew.  Did I say wrecking crew?  I mean the wrapping crew, or the packing crew, but certainly not the wrecking crew. I should really call them the ziploc packing wrapping crew.   You know, Leftover triage.  You see, you may have "heard" what happens when the prints first arrive.  But WAIT!  There's more.

The next step is to cull prints "one"  and "two" from the edition of fourteen and get them packaged for upcoming exhibitions and our auction.  This is where we count 'em.  Yeah, we count 'em.  To make sure there are 14 - and we are ever so pleasantly surprised to find an extra print slipped in to the mix.  Not to mention your treasured stories, precious notes, valued compliments and delightful anecdotes.

Then we file 'em again.  Alphabetically.  I'm partial to filing by first names, because I would never call you Ms. Giraud, Mr. Baum or Professor Fitterer.  I'd like to think if you were right here, at Wingtip, I'd say "Wow, Patricia . . . Hey Michael . . . Aww, Jill!"  Yes, we file 'em.  In two files.  One file for the remaining 12 prints to be collated and shipped, and another file of two individually bagged prints to be labeled for exhibitions and our auction.

So! Many, many, many, many thanks to  Josie and Katherine and Katherine who earned their ziploc packing/wrapping crew badges today.

So now you know where we are.  Well, you sort of know where we are.  What you don't know is that I have barely begun to type your address labels yet.  But as soon as I do, I will call in the collating crew.  And after that . . . before you know it . . . you'll have a dozen tantalizing Leftovers in your mailbox just waiting to be devoured.  I mean savored.  Mmp, map, mmmmmmmmmmmm.

You oughta be in pictures!

You oughta be in pictures, You’re wonderful to see, You oughta be in pictures, Oh what a hit you would be! Your voice would thrill a nation, Your face would be adored, You’d make a great sensation with wealth and fame your reward;

Okay, so maybe not the pictures, but how about the newspaper?
Here's the review of our Leftovers II exhibition from the New Zealand Bay Chronicle!


Not bad, if I do say so myself!

Time to Get the Hook

Or better yet, get the Dunce Cap!

And I deserve it!   A little public humiliation for not thinking before I blog.   I erroneously
and falsely exclaimed in my last post that I had received my first EVER package from Australia.  Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.  The truth of the matter is there were several priorly perfectly posted packaged prints placed within reasonable proximity of the photographed package in the prior post and I, I, I pugnaciously perpetrated a falsehood.  No excuses. I blew it.  There. There. I said it.  And my most humble apologies.

There's a First Time for Everything!

Yup.  I knew it was coming.  So, I shouldn't have even been that surprised.  But when I went to the mailbox today, there it was!  My first, EVER, package from Australia.  And just because you may have never received a package from Australia before either, I will share it with you:

And, yes, it was filled with just a little bit late Leftovers!  (Who's going to turn down prints from Australia!)  And are you wondering what those yellow stripes are in the background on the lefthand side?  I was.  I took the photo on my light table, so the stripes are the bulbs!

Oh, I started making address labels today - oh, and print labels for our upcoming exhibitions and auctions.   And, yup.  I still have some scanning to do.  A lot of Leftover scanning to be honest.  So,  I may be calling on a few of you lucky local leftover loving labeling lads and lassies to come give me a little hand.  Because, you see,  the collating doesn't start until ALL the labels are done.

Later . . .