I Stand Corrected

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I was only off 7% from last year's October sale at Casa Larga, not the 15% I reported yesterday. I had not added in my credit card sales yet. 7% ain't nothin'. I feel even better now. But oddly, it did feel like less traffic came through yesterday.

My new Halloween punches arrived Thursday. I also ordered a spider but that was going to be backordered until November so I told Cheryl at Scrappily Ever After to cancel that one. I've played around with these just a tiny bit, trying to get the scale right. I have a cat punch too that I use for Halloween - but the cat is the same size at the bat, which are both too big for tree. I know, I don't have to be so literal about it.

I owe Helen a bunch of Halloween cards and I'm also going to spend some time this week making pumpkin pins, which I mentioned sold well last Thursday - but also some pins using the above punches. I drove past Valentown Museum yesterday on my way to my massage and noticed the sandwich boards for their Spooktacular Hall, every Friday and Saturday in October. The gift shop manager told me she had been told that October is fairly busy there but I didn't realize there was an event every weekend. So I want to take a bunch of pins there to add to my Sticky Notes display. I think they might do well there this month. Won't know unless I try.

Now that I have one show behind me and have a decent bit of inventory, I feel like I can take a breath before digging in again. We took Reggi for a walk this morning. We went to the Veteran's Park in Penfield and accidentally found some trails through the woods. Reggi seems to be favoring her front left paw the tiniest bit so it wasn't a long walk and walking on the soft forest floor was probably better for her (and us!) than the paved sidewalk.

After breakfast I cut up a bunch of cardboard boxes that had been accumulating in the garage and vacuumed the house. It was extra icky from all the pine needles tracked in from Simon and his friends the weekend he moved. Steve had vacuumed a few weeks ago, but bless his heart, he really doesn't do a 100% job. Spoken like a true woman, yes? And I swear, even though I know he would deny this vehemently, that I get a tiny whiff from him that it's women's work and he doesn't want to do it. That's probably just some moronic guilt on my part. It's all so stupid. He asks in general how can he help during this busy season of mine. I eventually work up the courage (??) to ask him to do laundry or vacuum and if he's not jumping up and down with excitement, I take it as he's mad and doesn't want to do it. I'm such a do-do-bird sometimes. Bottom line is he does it and I need to just shut up about it and stop this silly fretting. Sheesh already.

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