There is something so deliciously trashy about wearing a leopard print bra – I feel like I should be at a truck stop wearing short shorts and a cowboy hat. It’s good that my ability to live in a fantasy world is so strong, because if I were to be completely honest I would have to acknowledge that my bra is a black and white print which is technically more cow than cat – but there is nothing sexy about a feral cow on the prowl. Hilarious, yes. Sexy, no.
I don’t want to alarm you or anything, but my Google search bar in Firefox reads “using quicklime to dissolve human flesh”. These are the things I research when I’m bored or grumpy.
It’s a 3-day weekend for me, but it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve got a wedding tomorrow and Got Craft on Sunday, which I know from experience will completely wipe me out. I took Monday off to a) recover and b) finalize my presentation for Northern Voice. I plan to be completely prepared for next weekend by Monday night, which means getting my slides and notes in order, prepping the Mystery Surprise, getting my party outfit together, and keeping my sanity. I’ve also got a doctor’s appointment and the opera to fit in there somewhere – should be fun, crazy times.
I’m really excited about my new Smutton display. I finished it last night, along with a display for the necklaces I made (most of which seem to be bird themed for some strange reason). I need to make some new signage, but I’m ready for Got Craft. I hope the new display will make it obvious that people need to OPEN STUFF to see the dirty things; you’d be shocked and dismayed at how many people just didn’t get it even with all the 36-point-bold instructions and arrows.
I did not get pulled over by the police this morning, so I will consider the day a win.