So, I'm alive and well, just so you all know. Got back from Hawaii on Thursday morning, and I've been trying to get back into the swing of things ever since. I had an absolutely awesome time at the Hilton Hawaiian Village. Not many people there my age, but spent a lot of time hanging out with all of the birds there. For those of you who don't know, I'm a bit of an animal nut, and for some reason, they seem to like me in return. So basically I spent a large part of my vacation petting black-footed penguins, staring down flamingos, laughing at a bunch of little birds that landed on the table behind me to eat someone's leftover sandwich, talking to a white-crested laughing thrush, and trying to get the attention of a rather arrogant black-necked swan. Got to play with a couple of turtles too. But aside from the animals, I had a bunch of tasty tropical drinks at the various bars on the resort, went shopping with my mother and bought two lovely dresses, floated in the Pacific in an inner tube, walked on the empty beach under the moonlight, and attended several NATCA parties. I also managed to pick up some strands of freshwater pearls and shells to use in my jewelry. You can expect to see those in my upcoming pieces.
While the vacation itself was fantastic, the process of traveling to and from Hawaii is NOT fun. AT ALL. I hate hate hate hate hate those stupid planes. Haaaaate. They try to cram as many people as they possibly can in there. An eight or nine hour flight jammed into a space so small you can barely move just sucks. Majorly sucks. I mean, flying coach is nothing new for me, but I've never been so packed into a plane before. I couldn't lean back or to the sides to sleep; I had to put my tray down and sleep on that instead. And on the way home, that didn't even work because the old jerk in front of me kept moving in his seat and putting it back, which caused it to slam down on my head multiple times. So, to the jerk in row 29, next time you're on a flight, try to remember you're not the only person on the plane. And tell that to your wife too. She was just as bad as you were. Jeez.
Ok. Rant over. Anyway, now that I'm back, I have plenty to work on and get ready for. This Saturday I'll be attending a formal "ball" which really probably won't be all that formal and ballish since it's in redneck central. Apparently they even have a "gentlemen's parlor" where men can watch the football game. At the ball. Seriously? Bleh. So I bought a nice dress in Hawaii, only it's blue, green, and brown, so finding shoes to match is proving difficult. Mom and I are going out shopping tomorrow. Wish me luck. As I recently tried to explain to my friend, shopping with my mom is like climbing Everest. Of course, he had to go and tear that comparison to shreds because he's all logical and too well-informed for the good of everyone he talks to, but essentially, shopping with my mom can be exhausting, frustrating, uncomfortable, and sometimes life-threatening. She's like... a marathon shopper. She could stay out for twelve hours straight just shopping. Now I, on the other hand, can survive about two stores before I get physically and mentally exhausted. So tomorrow will be interesting.
Aside from the ball, I'll be getting ready for Hatch Market, which (as I've said before) will take place on October 23. Then I'll be selling my wares at the Berry College Arts and Crafts Festival on November 6. Throw in a couple of family birthdays in October, and my life might get a little busy here. I also still have to get prints made and get the rest of my stuff up and running on the site. I hope you guys are helping me advertise, because I definitely need the business. I have absolutely no money coming in at the moment, and my bank account is starting to sink.
So, to sum up, Hawaii was good, plane was bad, I'm busy getting ready for stuff, and I need business. Ta da. Now you're all caught up. I know you're thrilled. Maybe next time I'll have pretty pictures for you to look at.