Just wanted to let you all know that Jessica Angeles of Jess Loves This Life is hosting a giveaway this January, during which she will be gifting her readers lots of little goodies…including my Happy Unbirthday cards!
The giveaway is in honor of Jessica’s birthday month, because she wants everyone to be able to celebrate with her, even those who weren’t born in January. Hence, the unbirthday cards. (I knew they would be super useful.)
I discovered Jessica’s blog when she stumbled upon my shop on Etsy (a thoroughly serendipitous occurrence all around). Her posts are honest, sweet, and inspiring–although she’s been through a lot, she still maintains a wonderful sense of courage and optimism. Head over to her blog to learn more about Jessica’s story (and enter her giveaways, of course!).
Classes ended almost two weeks ago, which means my holiday break is just about half over. Originally, I had planned to accomplish all sorts of Etsy-related things during this time. Here was my to-do list:
1. Research domain registrars.
2. Design cards for Chinese New Year, Valentine’s Day, and St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe even give wedding cards a shot.
3. Redesign shop banner.
4. Complete shop About page.
Instead, here is what I actually spent most of my time doing:
Yesterday, I saw that Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel was being advertised on the NYTimes website. Being a gargantuan Wes Anderson fan, I had heard of the movie but not what it was about and when it was coming out. I’d carefully refrained from learning these details because once I know even a small amount of information about a Wes Anderson movie, I need to watch it right away.
Since the movies advertised on the NYTimes article pages are normally imminent releases, I thought it was safe to rush over to YouTube and watch the trailer:
I don’t know why, but I always kind of freeze up whenever someone asks me, “So, what kind of music do you listen to?”
It was worse when I was in high school and only listened to classical music, Broadway musicals, the Beatles 1 CD, and Jason Mraz. But even these days, I’m never sure what to say.