Kaboom.

The Grad show blew my mind. I can’t believe how ridiculous the learning curve is going to be the next two years. I can barely sneeze without messing up a piece of work, and the grads turned out jewellery so disgustingly creative that whatever ego I managed to salvage this semester withered and crawled away, tail between legs.

I’ve been photographing my own line at home and after I get back from Chicago and work out finite shipping deets I will be ready to effin’ rock and effin’ roll. The sweet, sweet weather has woken me from from my school hibernation winter slump and I feel like doing everything right NOW. Except I will put it all off temporarily to go lie in my hammock. Yessssssssssss

I’m just sayin’, I don’t like your swallows. You know, stupid indie-kid birds inked on your body and in cheap brass casted form on your shoddy necklaces. Also, you have more colours options than sky blue. Go on, try it. Orange and green never hurt anyone, unless they’re combined in 1970’s wallpaper.

I should also mention I immediately loose all respect for crafters who give their jewellery feminine names. Really, do you think a customer is going to care-slash-remember that you named that you named your piece Anna or Olivia or Kitty Tittyfuck? (Actually, I’d probably remember that last one, but I digress…)

Also, cologne sporting guy lurking somewhere in the library - I do not like the fact that I cannot see you, but can still smell you possibly from meters away.

Fin.

p.s I made a lightbox out of a cardboard box and tracing paper. Whether it will be effective still remains to be seen, but the progress….oh the progress. I am almost done my first piece in silver. Excitement? Yes.

My living room table looks like a rainbow threw up on it. I’ve been mostly working in front of my television because my basement is too cold to spend extended periods of time in.(Gee, I wonder why) That and the Discovery Channel makes for great background sound. Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs is my new hero - can that guy EVER take a blood worm bite like a real man.

Anyway, this is what the basement desk looks like, so you can only imagine what state the table upstairs is in: This Picture is Huge, btw

Also, it only took three f-bombing months, but Revenue Ontario sent me my permit. Or at least, they sent me a letter saying they were going to send it. Thanks, RevOn. Check another one off in the ‘now what was the effing point of that?’ category.

The first week of May is going to be my tentative store opening week. That should give me enough time to build up inventory, recovery my sanity which school will have totally depleted, and make a trip to and from Chicago with the family. I have a job now, which means I’ll finally be able to afford supplies. COOL BEANS!!!

Heh….yeah.

I wonder how long I can keep up my facade of enthusiasm when attempting to network.

So Friday, “Miranda” I sez, “I’m buying me some BEADS (BEES!?) today,” I sez.  Then, for the purpose of keeping this short, I did just that. For a sweet deal that I thought was a result of networking but was probably just really clever salesmanship on the manager’s part. Sigh.

It’s my reading week and I haven’t caught up on sleep yet. I don’t think I have the drive to write anymore. I took pictures of the spoils but my camera keeps dying from lack of battery juice.

Love Fro - oh, fuck it.

One second year ripped out a chunk of hair on his handpiece, another nearly severed two of his fingers off on the bandsaw, and today my housemate had me bandage up a cut from a wire pulling accident that went to the bone. There’s some kind poetic irony in that we’re all slowly killing ourselves by doing what we love (”ahhhh, but such iz life!” the French would say, or at least I would assume so - I really don’t know that much about the French other than the fact that Marie Antionette probably didn’t even remotely look like Kirsten Dunst.)

Revenue Canada needs to get it’s rear in gear and sent me my permit. I am, Dear Readers (the…what, two of you?) as the French also may or may not say, “le pissed.” Also if you guys have any good ideas with what I should make out of a massive sheet of brass I had to buy today, please let me know.

Love From My Spaztastic Rabbit’s Dining Room Playground,

M