tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52414471809221807922011-11-04T14:44:25.196-07:00plasticamoebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698755797844612687noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241447180922180792.post-29652344713224220592008-09-05T11:18:00.000-07:002008-09-05T11:40:48.239-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ev1GTQSjNsg/SMF9JARwzpI/AAAAAAAAADc/ae7uLG6X7zE/s1600-h/beth.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ev1GTQSjNsg/SMF9JARwzpI/AAAAAAAAADc/ae7uLG6X7zE/s320/beth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242609034882764434" /></a><br />Ok! I've finally set up my ebay store, <a href="http://stores.ebay.com/plastic-amoeba-shop">http://stores.ebay.com/plastic-amoeba-shop</a>, my next step is to meet with the lovely Wendy Stuck, to take some photos. <br />The weather should be swell this weekend, so I'm opening up the flea market shop as well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241447180922180792-2965234471322422059?l=plasticamoeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>plasticamoebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698755797844612687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241447180922180792.post-33646037551342835822008-09-04T10:14:00.000-07:002008-09-04T10:50:00.405-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ev1GTQSjNsg/SMAfuXwnRxI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ij1u94B0k_o/s1600-h/100_0515.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224847771617042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ev1GTQSjNsg/SMAfuXwnRxI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ij1u94B0k_o/s320/100_0515.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Welcome to my Plastic Amoeba blog!</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once upon a time, a girl had a little vintage shop, and it was her dream come true. Unfortunately, the towns people were not ready for such class, so alas, she had to close her little shop. She packed up her beautiful things, and waited for the sun to come out tomorrow. Days turned into months, and the girl began to feel empty inside; why had she tasted the sweetness of success, only to lose it? how could she make this dream come true again? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The girl pondered these questions for some time, and came to this conclusion: she didn't know. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She decided to make lemonade out of lemons; after all, just a spoon full of sugar makes the world go round...or whatever. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So she rented a unit at the flea market, painted it, and named it Plastic Amoeba.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241447180922180792-3364603755134283582?l=plasticamoeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>plasticamoebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698755797844612687noreply@blogger.com3