What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
....Langston Hughes.
That's how I feel today......
So far,
I have to put my show on hold until January
because the lady with the booth didn't call me until yesterday....
and wanted me ready in less than a week (not gonna happen.)
My etsy shop is up
but not running.
I'm waiting on my banner and get most
(notice I didn't say all)
of the kinks out in regards to policies and shipping
before I list my items.
I have always been one to set goals for myself.
ALWAYYSSS...ask my sis.
I hate....H-A-T-E when I don't accomplish it by then.
I have finally gotten halloween all packed away.
(by the way, spanish moss is my arch nemesis.)
I am currently decorating for Christmas
and will have new pics up later this week.
I just feel a little behind the eight ball
and it's getting me down in the dumps.
So......
I'm gonna sit right down and have one of these...
while hugging these....
and throw my self a good, old fashioned pity party.
I haven't done it in a veryyyyyy loooooong time.
You're all welcome to come.
Just put on your best sweats,
grab some tissue
and join in!!!
Okay,
I gotta go find a chick flick now....
and wash my glass.
(wine and dust don't do well together...trust me.)
