Last week I got slammed with a brutal and unforgiving bout of whatever the heck has been going around this country of ours and has everyone saying, "Oh yeah, my sister had it, then my dad, then me, then my kids, then our mailman, then that one guy who lives down the street who's always outside with his leaf blower…"
You get the point.
Even though I was super sick, I had a freelance art direction job where I was in a studio for two days, helping to prop coffee products for a catalog job I'm working on. My apologies in advance for not just staying home, studio people, but when freelance work calls, the unemployed must answer.
Dan traveled to Madison last week on coffee related business, and brought home what he called, "The mug I was born to drink from" that he picked up at Pop Deluxe. I'd seen these mugs online somewhere (there are plates, too) but never realized how happy it would make me to sip my Oregon Chai from the depths of PMS 388.
Today will be catching up from what I didn't do last week (it's amazing how much work the unemployed create for themselves) and more dates with my new neti pot.
Later this week: lovely shots of One-Three from Easter Sunday, and a great giveaway for those who need to get away.