In case you didn’t see these sweet little peeps in the Ribbon Jar newsletter, or our ideas page I thought I would share them here. Sara Neuburger makes these over at The Small Object. Here is a direct link to the peeps. I asked her to be a guest designer a couple of months ago because I was pretty much just getting scrapbooking submissions (which are awesome, but I have to mix it up) and I was really looking for people who stretched ribbon usage. Well she does just that. I love love love what she did with all of our differnt ribbons and trims. She is so creative, and was really great to work with. See all the peeps on our ideas page.  You can find out more about her over at her blog. Thanks again Sarah.

P.S. always looking for designers, or people who used my ribbon in a cool way (if you have email ideas at ribbonjar dot com and if I use your image in a newsletter you get a 25% off coupon for your next order). Only one person has taken me up on the newsletter thing so far. So I don’t know whether people are hoarding the ribbon or what… hmm.

The promised pictures. I’ve been working on these little guys, collecting jars, scrubing them clean, and putting together cool sets of ribbon. I started on the tags for everything for the show last night. I love the jar tags. Each jar is numbered, and have an old ledger that I keep track of all the jars in since they are each unique. Some jars are made for wrapping things, with 2 or more yards per ribbon, and some are for various crafty persuits. I had so so much fun putting these together. I’m going to see how they do at the show on Wednesday and then hopefully put some online on Ribbon Jar as well. Here’s another beauty shot of my ribbon:

Sciarrino helped me put the first batch of these together. I’ve also been making more cute stuff with ribbon, and so have my designers. I can’t wait for you all to see what November’s designer has done. She is so amazing. A real creative soul. Newsletter will go out today or tomorrow.

Yesterday was a race down at the old boathouse on the Willamette river in Corvallis. When I was in college I lived and breathed crew. It’s so odd going back just for one day, and it’s all fun, no stress, very opposite from actual racing season. I did have fun with all the rowers during my four years on the team so it was really awesome to see everyone… And kind of strange, half our boat was married, 5 of the 9 of us! I was pretty nervous going into it because the race is on the river, much scarier than a lake from a coxswain’s percpective (I’m the coxswain, the one who steers, gives calls, ect.). Oh and the fact that my super senior year (I stayed an extra year in college to cox) I hit an f-ing log. This is a coxswains worst nightmare, hitting something. I’d actually gone four years and only hit tiny little twigs or debris like that (which is really impossible to miss in a swift river). Then one fateful day after being gone from the river for a weekend (for a race) we came back and I was doing drills in my boat. The varsity girls, and the newest best boat we had. I was headed down the left side of the river doing my drills like normal when all of the sudden BAM. I yelled for my stern six to back and try to get us away from it, but then BAM again. It turns out there were two logs right next to each other. I asked if everyone was alright, they said yes. It’s so hard to see the back of the boat, since I sit lower and can really only look around the rowers. I started crying, I was so so scared of what I had done. My coach was right there, we had been the only boat with him at the time so he actually took resposibility of it, told me he should have told me about it. I turned the boat around and headed up to the docks with only six rowing since the bow was busted. Charlie said when I picked up the boat it was going to look bad, but not to worry because it could be fixed. It was fixed and we did race in it no problem (thank god because new boats are tens of thousands of dollars). It turned out the log had shown up after heavy rainfall that weekend. The mens team knew about but never told any of our coxswains. It sucked. You know what sucks more… now they call it Amber’s log. The stupid thing didn’t come loose again like most do and it just sits there, my log, ahhhhhhh.