Wow today was intense! We both slept about 3 hours last night, thanks to monsoon season making our house into a sauna (Ever tried sleeping in a sauna? I believe there is a warning on the door that you are NOT supposed to do that.). Oh so conveniently, I have to go from our 110 degree house into a 68 degree office that requires me to wear pants and a sweater every day. Good thing I just bought all those dresses, right? Perhaps I should invest in wool tights. I'm sure they sell those in Arizona, in the summer...
Anyway, enough with the complaining. Today really was awesome! I putzed around and procrastinated for about the first 3 hours at work and then my coffee (which I only drink to stay warm) kicked in and ZOOOOM the creativity took off! I wish I could show you what I'm working on, but it is pretty much confidential until after it is officially launched. But it is exciting. I've been working on the same handful of designs for a few weeks and just hitting wall after wall, until today. Thankfully, because I have to present all of this stuff to the Big Cheezes tomorrow and I really want them to get a clear vision of where I can take their company.
It is a sick fact that I work so much better when I'm in over my head. How wrong is that? I work faster, more creatively and have a better attitude when the odds say I'll never get through my to-do list. Bite me, Odds. I got this.
In other news, in case you didn't already agree that my husband is the most precious ever, check it: On the way to the gym he was telling me about some techy stuff he's searching for on Craigslist. He has limitless patience and skill at buying stuff for pennies on Craigslist, so I asked him if he could find me a professional flat iron for under $30. Mine is the hair styling equivalent of an EasyBake Oven. He didn't have to ask what a flat iron was or why on earth I could possibly need another one or what brand to look for, he just said he'd do it. And I know he will find one. He'll probably find out that Frederic Fekkai's mother lives in Phoenix and she is sick of storing all of his unused styling paraphenalia and he'll clean out her garage for 10 bucks. The best part is if you know Sam, you know I'm not even exaggerating!
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