I had been on a roll here, I think. If I remember May correctly. It doesn't seem that long ago, but yet...
I came back and was too starstruck. I didn't want to drool all over my blog about sexy Germans.
And then I got busy.
And then I got comfortable.
And then I got fired. So here I am.
I have one more week at work (really, I got laid off, not "pack your stuff" fired.) and I've been trying to put together some sort of plan for my imminent future.
Just what, exactly, am I going to do with myself?
I've been listing the myriad of vintage patterns I've picked up lately on Etsy. You can check them out at www.etsy.com/shop/ravenwcatz, if you're curious. Mostly stuff from the 70's and 80's for the time being, but once I've inventoried the lot, there might be some older goodies popping up here or there.
I'm thinking about starting a blog. Ha ha, you say. You already have one. You're writing on it right now.
Let me be more clear.
I'm thinking about blogging. Having a burlesque blog, one for my photography, and one for these infernal patterns, as I work through and catalog them all. I think it might be fun to comment on them. Everything from the evolutionary dead-ends of fashion to finished projects, if I'm so inclined.
I have to remember to apply for unemployment.
I have to remember to register to vote.
Did I mention my birthday is in two weeks? Yep.
There's a lot going on here, and I hope it doesn't slow down. Even if I don't have a job in October, it looks like I'll have several gigs lined up that should carry me partway.
Mostly, I can't wait for this week to be over. Because after that, I won't be obligated to care anymore.
