but only my head, not my heart.
a rambling weekend of music, which gets to be addictive after a while, so that it seems strange to not have it playing all the time.
FGI actually advertised with rifflandia, just a small package, but it's made me really happy to support a local event that so many people turned out for.
-luminara failed to happen because of a freak lightning and rain storm this year- right at sundown. weirdest thing-
so i finally got my crowd fix- even if it was mostly college kids. luckily i'm old now and can convince myself and others of one of two things, situation depending:
1. "I'm too old for this shit!"
2."I was born in this town!".
-sometimes throw a "for fucks sakes" on that last one for extra emphasis.
best venue by far was M2. and since i'm both clearly too old for this shit and was born in this town (and because the security guy could tell i was a runner), i managed to get myself into the vip area. which was (clearly) the place to be. local 'industry' people (gag...wait, i am one?), free grey goose, leather couches, and jeffy mitchell! he went with a bigger advert so he got a vip wirstband. well played, except that none of his friends did, because they either don't have jobs or he's their boss.
and that's the weekend update. which has been long coming because i'm also too old for this shit.
oh, what, you've nodded off?
here, look at our new skirt. it's a vintage wool blend jersey, lined with a slip, lace trim and leather triangle at the back slit. you need one. so come n' get it.
and a shot from outside the store... fall, looking at swans.
and some new cushion covers being made...
and a visit from this guy who, shockingly, went straight for the headbands...
and with that sweet image of my friend Conan the boutique barbarian, i bid you zzzzz...
and xo too.
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