I feel just horrible. Really.
National Scrapbooking Day comes and goes with nary a shout out from me. The shame. The…horror.
Well I hope you all did something crazy…like, run through the streets with banners, or… made cakes with elaborate icing that said crazy things like, "Happy National Scrapbooking Day," or…maybe you just sat around and did nothing. Whatever the case…happy belated national scrapbooking day!
I'm home. Trying to change gears and get back into office Cathy mode. Not easy after leaving Utah and flying onto California to visit my dear friend Tara for the weekend. Went to the coolest antique store in Orange. It's called Country Roads. Funny thing is though…I truly have no clue as to what I'm supposed to do in an antique store, other than breathe in the nearly century-old epithelial cells of former owners. I know. Creep-ee.
Came home to the best mail ever from a delightful woman named Charlene: a Crowded House concert tee from one of their recent warm-up shows, which I will both cherish and wear for weeks on end.
Regardless of the growing smell.