Like I mentioned in my last post, I'm here in Chicago for the week for a company meeting.
I got up at 4 in the morning to catch my flight here, because my east coast home office colleagues have no idea how far San Francisco is in relation to Chicago ("Yeah, let's start at 2 p.m. so that'll give you plenty of time to get here"). Yeah.
Now, finally back in my hotel room at midnight, my body tells me it's time to hit the sack, but my head is still wired. I'm in a total jet-lagged funk.
One of the things that's burning a hole in my head in the last couple days is what I'm going to do for the gocco swap I wrote about. I just got this e-mail yesterday, confirming that I am "officially" signed up for the swap, and now I have 11 names of REAL people that I have to send a set of my gocco'd cards to in 3 weeks. And I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to print. Did I really sign myself up for this?
And guess what, surprise, surprise, the person who persuaded me to sign up ended up being one of my swapmates! I guess this is a case of "be careful of what you wished for" (so sorry you're stuck with me!)
Unrelated to gocco'ing- this is a photo I took of some paper and silk fabric and stuff on my craft table this past weekend. They turned into a lovely little pile of cards in an afternoon (with hubby's compassionate help for the disabled). I was a happy crafter. Maybe if I stare at them long enough, I'll get some inspiration for my gocco cards. *sigh*