I am forcing myself to blog. I have been working two, count ’em, two, six days work weeks in a row. Why? I think I am being punished for asking for my Saturday off to do the show. Who the hell knows? Three more days and I get Mon. and Tues. off. I miss my husband.
Pictures from the show: I don’t have hardly any this year – the press who did come out took some, but mostly of the mega-tattooed and hair colored vendors, not us. Now as I told my partner – look: You have dreadlocks and a nose piercing, and I have a tattoo and we both know I color my hair! But obvs, not enough. Here’s all I got:
Seriously, that’s the best I could do? Seriously.
Here’s a new collar I made that didn’t sell, but I’ll be putting it up on Etsy soon:
So there it is. Checking the clock, I see I have about 20 minutes to get dressed, get my makeup on and head out the door for work. Oh joy, how I can hardly wait!
Folks, I hate this frackin’ job. But I’m stuck here for the time being. I’ll try and tell some more stories from the underground next week.
We did okay at the show, btw; not as much money as I would have liked, but I think people in general are just holding on to theirs now, it’s to be expected. I still managed to put down a good sized chunk on my last remaining credit card bill. Here’s hoping it’s paid off by the end of this year.
AND FYI: To Amy, who asked for the beauty secrets from the Raquel Welch book – the best one was good old Oil of Olay for a moisturizer. I agree. The more expensive ones are just that – more expensive. Plus, they make a great microdermabrasion scrub that compares with the dept. store brands. So says Rocky, and so says I.
And to my local commenter – if you come to see me in my natural habitat, have pity. And hope they are playing this on the endless store loop, because it’s the only CD they have on rotation that I can abide. I like Handsome Rob.