A few weeks ago, I did something very stupid.
I signed up for the employee art fair at my new job.
This art fair is awesome, because the proceeds will go to help build a new tiger exhibit for us. It won't make NEARLY a dent in the total we need, but every dollar helps, right?
So I decided, "Hey! I'm a crafty person. I like making things. How about I make some things and try to sell them?"
That was my first mistake.
Waiting until yesterday to start working on them.
The art fair is this Friday.
So, that's what I find myself doing right now. Working on egg after egg after egg. I've got about 8 done so far out of the dozen I was shooting for having. (I just thought having a dozen eggs would be... appropriate?)
And here I am. Four eggs left. Three days to make them. And these are the biggies. The super-duper secret eggs I won't be telling anyone about because if I can't make them I don't want to be all disappointed.
So that's why this blog post is empty of anything but filler. Because, like the eggs I should be decorating right now, my mind is empty of anything but air.
If you guys don't mind, I'm going to go back to doing that now, okay?
I will try to have something more writerly for you next week. :)