Tis the season ...

for all the shows to start.

We did one last weekend, and for the first time EVER, I showed up after actually getting enough sleep, chipper and not even remotely hung-over or crampy.

Biz was a tad slow; seemed like the only buyers at this thing were the other vendors. Free beer + hipsters + trendy neighborhood = enough $$$ for poor fashion choices, but not enough to actually spend on cool handmade items.

Took some pix [which I never think to do at these things]. Unfortunately, the pix I really wanted to take, I couldn't.



No sane way to tell a stranger that you are only photographing them because they are such a 'don't', that none of your friends can even begin to believe your later description of the horror ...

Rain dates, angry squirrels and pleasant strangers

Today [Wednesday] was [is] Wolf Bait's 2 year Etsy-versary. Technically, I've been on Etsy since 9/2005, but I had a name change 2 years ago. I had all these grandiose ideas planned, none of which actually happened. Stupid RL interfering with life on the infernets ...

I'm thinking I may do something later in the month, which would be the actual *real* b-day of what has since evolved into WB. We'll see.

Beyond that, busy, busy, busy. Should be going back to work on Friday. Another show on Saturday. Dunno about work the rest of the weekend. Almost hope I get another week off. Have gotten a whole lot of extraneous crap out of this house, would still like to get more done.

K & I had a show outside a bar on Sunday; was *almost* a total bust. Met some really great vendors, exchanged cards/e-mail. That was pretty cool.

At one point even thought to myself "Thank God for extroverts". The woman talking to us was so sweet and bubbly, I was really pleased to have met her. I would have never randomly started up a conversation with her, as that just isn't my nature. But I'm usually receptive to strangers approaching me, provided they aren't crazy, or looking to get over/laid/something for nothing.

There was also the very angry squirrel in the tree above us, pelting us with half-eaten crab apples and walnut shells. Bastard! Makes me want to stop feeding the stupid squirrels in the yard. But I will, no matter how much I grouse.

With that, I'm off to shower. Despite being almost 1 a.m., it is still so damn hot that it's like living on the sun.