I guess I can say goodbye to colorful yummy goodness, like this. How can you even say no to that??
It's been a few days. I've been wrapped up in SO many different things. Grab a cup of coffee and your favorite blanket, I've got quite a few exciting stories to tell.
The Logo is DONE for Prim Suspect. The first major project is finished! After almost having a heart attack because it was a week late and I could have sworn that I had been peaced out on by my graphic designer, it turned out that he was just diligently making dozens of mock ups. He gets major brownie points for knowing exactly what my partner and I want and narrowed it down to two. One of which was the winner. I'm THRILLED with how it came out. Absolutely perfect. Now we can get our one million next steps going.
Hurley is still a huge, open option, work wise. I'm nervous about the big move now, you know, not knowing a single soul in a somewhat "southern" state, even though it's near the beach. I really don't want to be called a "yankee" or something derogatory on a daily basis. I heard southerners can be quite the harassers. I'm praying that they welcome twenty four year old females from New Jersey with open arms into their hometown. Anyways, Hurley keeps calling me and offering me more money, because I keep telling them that I'm nervous and I don't want to move away and struggle. Another nice little fun fact: The dude who's getting me the job said that he showed my resume to his boss, and she wanted to hire me before she knew anything about me. That's gotta be a good thing, right?
Remember all those left-side abdominal pains I've been having? Well, I've finally found a doctor who was actually able to diagnose me with something. This is a major MAJOR thing for me. Doctors can't ever diagnose me with anything, ever. I'm a medical mystery, apparently. I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease, a digestive disease that damages the small intestine and interferes with the absorption of nutrients from the foods you eat. Along with this, I can no longer have gluten. Because, you know, gluten isn't found in EVERYTHING, or anything like that. I went "gluten-free" food shopping today at Wegmans. Pre-Celiac Disease, I had the entire arena of a grocery store to scavenger for food. Now, I'm confined to a stubby two isle section in Wegmans, 1/4 of an isle in the Shoprite I usually go to. How depressing. I literally gave myself a headache reading all of the labels in there. Gluten free stuff really sucks to find. Every single food item in my kitchen now reads "Gluten-Free" in big bold letters, somewhere on the package.
Which, ironically, Saturday morning I have to attend a food tasting for my sister's wedding, something I agreed to before I was diagnosed with Celiac. Great. Now I just get to stare at a whole bunch of really awesome looking/smelling foods.
I've had this really weird inspiration shock that hasn't stopped buzzing for a few days now. On an episode of Project Runway, Christian Siriano once said, "My hair is all business in the front, and party in the back." For some really odd reason, that line popped into my head one day, and I had this genius idea to start creating clothes from that quote, "Business in the front, party in the back." So, that's what I've been up to, fashionably speaking. Making clothing that is somewhat deceiving, but in the most pleasant way possible, of course. Would I really steer you wrong when it comes to clothes?
Tomorrow is going to be extremely productive. Meetings Meetings Meetings about clothing line stuff, food tasting, etc. So much going on! Love it!
Toodles!
