Typepad is being a butt tonight. I'm still getting free service from the last time it was being a butt and they lost one of my files, though, so I can't complain too much. I should probably back all this up at some point, although I have no idea how to go about that.
I got a haircut today. When Stacey, my friend/hairdresser, asked what I wanted, I just shrugged and said I wanted a trim and a little more shape. So she snipped around for about 15 minutes, cut some bangs in, and released me. I like that; I never know what I want anyway, and I don't really care, so long as I don't leave looking like I have ringworm. And then I got a bonus when I got to work and got compliments all night long. I was feeling pretty cute by the time I went home. Stacey gets a completely sincere "woo hoo!" for her efforts, and you know sincere "woo hoo!"s are pretty rare these days.
After that, I went to a boutique to see if I could sell some shirts on consignment.
Wain printed a few shirts based on this drawing a while back, and I was wearing one when I went into this shop about a month ago. The owner liked it enough that she asked me if I had more because she could probably sell them, and I said no, and she said, why not? and I said, I don't know.
I asked Wain if he could do some more, and he agreed. So I went back today, clutching my shirt, and if you know me, you know I never do stuff like this, so I was feeling all proud about that and cute from my haircut.
But when I got there, the owner was in the middle of what sounded like a pretty intense personal phone call. I didn't want to interrupt, so I browsed for a few minutes through all the cute stuff that I like but would never actually spend money on. Finally, I just slipped out the door. Maybe I'll go back later. Maybe I'll get Wain to print them anyway and try to sell them elsewhere. Online, maybe? It'd be a little weird selling something I would probably never buy myself, but I guess people do that all the time.