Anxiety? Who Me?

I dreamed Steve and I were living at my parents house in my old bedroom.

I dreamed I decided to "re-do" my last two years in high school, just because.

I dreamed I showed up at tomorrow's craft show and someone else was in my space. My space that consisted of a rickety card table instead of the 8' x 10' space with 8' table and two chairs as advertised.

Anxiety much? Nah.

This is why I finally said the hell with the tossing and turning and got up at 4:08 this morning.

I slay me because all this week I've been thinking about how surprisingly calm and excited I feel about this opportunity.

Here are few parting shots of what I'm finishing up.

Flower Pins awaiting pin backs. (There's a tiny Swavorski crystal on each outside petal.)

Suncatchers of all colors awaiting crystals and ribbons.



Threaded Pins waiting to have their centers attached and pin backs added.



I hope Jane Q. Public loves these pins as much as I do.

I'm taking this afternoon off to finish up what I don't finish this morning before work. Then I'll lay everything out and make sure everything is priced. I can do it.

And my cold? It must be living in a van down by the river because it has definitely left the building. I tell you, I swear by echinacea and zinc lozenges. I started pounding those at the first inkling of a cold Sunday night, went to bed at 8:30 every night zonked out on Nyquil and by Wednesday afternoon, I could tell I had definitely turned the corner.

Did I tell you what I'm doing Sunday? Not a damn thing. I'm laying around the house catching up on reading. Probably will even delay the grocery shopping until Monday.

That's it. The next report should have pictures of the craft show with glowing tales of success. So says I.

St. John of Rochester School, Nov 12, 9:00-3:00
10 Wickford Way, corner of Route 31 and Ayrault Road, Fairport, NY