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When It Rains It Pours

when it rains it pours....true dat Morton salt girl, true dat!

Apparently your kitchen is full of little wisdoms like that! This morning I'm looking at a heck of a week! I'm going to have time manage myself unbelievably to accomplish everything but I can do it....the trick is to remember to have fun while I'm doing it. "SMILE, BREATHE, GO SLOWLY" is going to be my mantra...but my SLOWLY just needs to be focused and not derailed. It was something we laughed about in the freelance world, when you knew your project was about to be up and you were putting your feelers out for new work...anywhere... and not getting any bites. Because the flipside to that was when you were securely working in the thick of a project you'd have ten people tugging on your shirt wanting you to do some work for them. That is how it is and that's where my week is....which is AWESOME. It means rent money, bills, food and keeping my air conditioner on! Lots of graphic design work, record orders and two events I'll plug real quick:
The Lolli Dollies and I will be dancing it up in French style at the Texas Theater this Thursday from 6-6:30pm! I'll be bringing some fun French tunes, catch us before the film screening of A Tribute to Serge Gainsbourg. All event info posted HERE
Then it's off with the berets and into the disco groove and sequins as we do it up at Fallout Lounge for a fun nod to the 70's...these parties are super fun and the last one had some lady dancing on a bar. Yeah, we inspire that. Heres the link to the info HERE
Today the babies come home from Rising Gallery, for a brief stay before they go to Latino Culural Center. Time to get these new works properly shot and some little prints made! All in all a BUSY WEEK in the beehive but I love being productive so I'm in my element. Come out to an event or just keep stalking my blog, either way I wish you a peaceful day!


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