You Don't Have 22 Days Anymore

I remember when I woke up one morning and on the train to work I figured out that I have exactly 22 days before I left for Burningman. I remember exactly how that felt - I was very excited but didn't want to get too excited because I had a few weeks to pull through until I got there. It seemed like 22 days was three years and tomorrow from that exact point.

I think I'm in some serious denial about my impending vacation. I leave tomorrow morning. And by morning I mean 4am - and I'm really super not ready. I have a bunch of stuff I need to pick up today (and I work from 1 to 9) and some of that stuff is the kinda stuff that, if you forget it - you're screwed. So pray for me today blog readers; pray that I get my ass off the ground and snap back to reality.

It's ok to get excited now Betsy. I give you permission. NOW PACK!

What I've Made

This Just In!

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Burningman is the Best Place in My Universe

I'm so freaking excited to go to the playa for my fourth year. I need/deserve/want this vacation SOOOOO badly right now. I'm putting off any desisions until I'm done letting Black Rock City rock my body. Oh yes. Take me home.

Big Decisions

I've been considering moving back to Seattle in the last month or so (in case you couldn't assume that from my blog). I really like the idea of making my quickly growing design business into a full time job. And I want to do that as quickly as possible.
I'd like to have a place of my own. A space primarily for creating but also for growing. I've adored living with Adam and Vonia - they are the best roommates ever. But I still feel like I'm visiting in New York City and it's time for me to settle down and feel at home.
And yet another part of the problem is financial. I'm so broke. In fact, everyone I know here is broke. Every single person I've met in New York City is barely getting by financially with large amounts of debt. Everyone else seems to find this comforting - if I'm broke at least everyone else is too - but I can't stand it. There are certain lines I don't like to cross and I've crossed them. I need my own space, an actual bed, and maybe get myself a plant or something. If I leave here, I never want to think about money the way I have here again. It's a scary thing; being broke. I don't dig it. But I honestly don't think I can dig my way OUT of it if I stay here. That's pretty clear.
And then there's the little things, the bad smells, the disturbing things you see on a daily basis, the rats, ect. These are things that don't really factor into my leaving but make it easier to do so.
But the move is still just a consideration. I love the idea of going back to Seattle, getting a place to live and a studio to work out of. This is an actual possibility in Seattle where as I would never ever ever be able to do it in NYC. I love the idea of selling my designs and reaching into a new existence that I didn't think I could achieve before. That being said, I want to make 100% sure that there is nothing left here for me to miss before I decide to go. Although New York has been uncomfortable at times (certainly not all the time), I think I've learned a bunch of valuable lessons in the last 5 months.

Rain

It's raining and foggy here in Manhattan today and I'm homesick from the moment I wake and peer out the window. It's Seattle rain too. It's foggy and the drops small and steady. Most of the time, rain around here is totally different. The clouds come and then the lighting, the rain comes in sheets - like movie rain- and then leaves in twenty minutes. The city stops what it's doing and hangs out in doorways, watching the rain, knowing it will all be over in 10 minutes. If not sooner. Mean rain. Everything is faster in Manhattan.

I've been thinking about going back to Seattle just about every morning for the last month. Something about starting over sounds very sweet right about now.

Welcome To August

This is how we do.

#1 Ending sketches of biggest July/Aug Project: Operation Make Petey Pretty

What to do when it's 110 degrees and you feel like a sausage? Unscrew that fire hydrant baby, the cops will look the other way....

.... Or you get drunk and make slasher movies in the shower because it's too hot to make them in the living room....

I know this looks porny but, well, I couldn't resist. For those of you going through puberty (or for those of you who know someone who is) take it from me; the fastest way to a hairy chest is sewing a faux fur costume in 105 degree heat. Humidity amore fur. So this is me people, one time only (!) with a furry chest.

Warning: Sticky Summertime Subways Make You Ugly

My ipod is mad. It's got a picture of a file folder and a (!) on it. It might as well say *&^&$*&&#^^!! YOU!" in neon lights. I've tried resetting it but alas, the last few days have been drowned in deafening silence. Just like Elizabeth without her diamonds, Brook without her Calvins... I am nothing without my ipod. I'm in black and white over here people! It's 105 degrees in the subway station and all I can do is listen to myself sweat.

Speaking of which, I really think I sweat twice as much out of my head than any other part of my body. I get this weird sweat beard every time I go outside. It's like my neck, cheeks and upper lip are crying. This is not a sexy conversation - I know. But neither is Manhattan in the summer time. No one looks like sleek and glistening. It's not a Beyonce video. It's hot and sticky and STINKY and crappy all the time. I drink 3 glasses of water a night. I really think that Burningman is going to be a fucking cake walk compared to this. This is like being microwaved; you're hot from the inside out. But, I must repeat, this does not LOOK hot. This looks melty and everyone waddles because they have diaper rash.

We all know what diaper rash is. Introducing, the new and improved adult version. If you're a girl and you wear a skirt and you eat so your legs touch, then you can get it. If you're a guy and you have nuts (hopefully) then you can get it. Everyone in Manhattan has it this time of year. Everyone waddles. They waddle or they walk like they just got off a horse. NOT HOT. Repeat it with me! NOT HOT!