I know. I know. I should have warned you. Sorry about that!
No I haven't started a private club that is "invite" only, although sometimes I wish I could. Let me assure you there is nothing so dramatic happening over here. I've been contemplating, with great measure, what to do with my blasted blog. We have serious issues that need immediate resolution. In a nutshell, we don't get along; so I've decided to call a truce. I'll give dear blog a complete makeover and it will stop demanding constant updates. As we began to experiment behind the scenes with new designs, we thought it would be less confusing if we just close the whole thing down. The only way to do that inTypepad is to password-protect the entire site. That's all...No secret agent stuff here.
So what have I been up to? Well, I'm in the middle of helping to organize a fundraising event for my daughter's school. This is a huge, Big-Wig (that is what you call truly important people who donate lots of money, right?) Mega-Formal Gala event...you know, the kind you have to get seriously and outrageously dressed up for? It's by far the biggest party of the school year, and yours truly is right in the thick of it. Now I know what it's like to have a full-time job as an event planner. The planning, coordination, negotiating and details are never ending. I've come to the conclusion that I'm much happier playing with my paper and gesso, and certainly more relaxed. On the plus side, everyone I'm working with is cordial and efficient. I can't tell you how impressed I am with all the work they are doing. These women are like a fine-tuned, well-oiled machine. I love it, seriously.
I'm playing many different roles throughout this process, but my "real" job is that of a copywriter. I am responsible for writing over 200 auction descriptions for the event brochure...did you get that? Let me say it again so you can feel thoroughly sorry for me (LOL)...We have 200+ themed gift baskets that we're auctioning off and I have to describe the contents of each in such a way that even the poorest of people would want to run to the bank and take out a loan to bid on each one. I told Sean to sell the car so we can buy a few raffle tickets. He thinks the shoes in my closet would bring in more money. Still this is not as bad as it sounds. Once you decide that sleep is terribly overrated and showering is a non-essential activity everything else is a piece of cake. The BigWig event takes place on March 29 and then the world becomes a better place in which to live, and I can begin posting regularly again.
Until then...HAPPY SPRING!! (have faith my dear friends, it's coming!) and don't forget to turn your clocks ahead tonight at midnight.
Hugs and blessings,
C.
