Here's the link.

Now Kristie can be a slave to the page views for the rest of her life. (Har.)

UNEXPECTED DEVELOPMENT: She's giving every piece it's own name! Very fun.

BECAUSE IT'S ALL ABOUT ME: I notice she hasn't named one Katie yet.

HERE I GO AGAIN: I would have named them all with phrases based on what a pain in the butt each one was to make. So people could choose the "Son of A..." necklace or the "I'm Deluding Myself" bracelet. Or how about the "This Sucks" earrings?

No wonder I don't own my own business!

Kristie, Bobbi, Cassie, Emily and Janet worked Kristie's first art fair booth at the Brookings Art Festival today. By the look of things, sales were going well.

Bought one for me with a peso on it. (Lou - promise you'll remember me when?)

IMAGE 1: Janet and Cassie settting up shop.

Want to get yours? Check out FlatwearJewelry.com (programmed by the Wingman).

Kristie's etsy.com shop is coming soon.

More non-jewelry pictures after the jump...

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Did I mention Kristie's Flatwear trunk show was this weekend? She sold her jewelry at Dunn Bros. Coffee here in Sioux Falls - and Mike (our senior art director at work) took orders for his cool wood sculptures.

Didn't get to stay long, as I had both Ab and Eric and they don't last long at coffee shops - but that's good, or I would have owed her my entire next paycheck. Her jewelry is that cool.

UPDATE: If you missed the trunk show, you can get her stuff at Archival Elements in downtown Sioux Falls.

Here are a few pictures:

IMAGE 1: Ab distracts Kristie so I can get a shot off ...

IMAGE 2: The cool display area...(at this point K. thinks I've stopped taking pictures of her.)

IMAGE 3: She begs me to stop. OKAY! I'll stop now.

Dig the office crazies (and the Birthday Girl Herself) at the day-job Flickr page.

Wingman burns Smither at the office football game this afternoon. Well, when I say "office" I mean the web guys (Tom and Brett) went up against Smither and Mike (senior art director/power lifter).

This photo does not reflect the true score (28 to 7, old guys win) ... but what's in a number, really?