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bright orange open-weave linen jacket is trimmed with colors that look right out of a
package of Jelly Bellies.
Oh, and of course Carol and Vickie are there, too. Carol hand makes bars of herbal and
flower-scented soaps that do everything from erase wrinkles to repel mosquitoes. Rhonda
is a big fan (“all except for the Gardener's Soap and the Bug Dope Soap, I haven't tried
those yet”). I've always gone for the Goddess Soap myself.
Carol's part of the bazaar smells so good that it's difficult to get past her booth, but I
tear myself away and go say hi to Vickie, who presides over a spread of original jewelry
featuring silver, pearls and gemstones that practically vaults to the wrist, neck and earlobe.
She also works in mammoth ivory and some jade, pulling traditional Alaskan materials in-
to twenty-first century designs.
There is no way in only twelve hundred words I'm going to be able to do justice to the
Bad Girls of the North bazaar. I see I haven't even mentioned Maggie Lush's hand-carved
Santas or Melissa Sanford's silver goose earrings or Diane Sheridan's leather tote bags.
Where is Karla Morreira's painting of the raven reading “Tales of Starlit Seas” over a
mermaid's shoulder, and Leslie Matura and Stacey DePreist's raspberry cabernet sauvign-
on jelly, and Kathy Smith's seashell baby clothes, and Jane Wilkens stained glass panels,
and…oh, the hell with it.
Aunty Pat got a Bad Girls T-shirt. My cousin Deb didn't get anything. I walked out
with a pair of earrings, a damask tablecloth and six matching napkins, and a stained glass
picture frame.
Merry Christmas to me.
