There are several types of memories I like to keep fresh in my mind because you never know when you'll need to share them. These include, but are not limited to: current items I would like to have gifted to me, the last time I had a tetanus shot, my greatest personal achievement, and my most embarrassing moment, to name a few.
As I'm not a clumsy person, and I tend to shy away from eratic public displays (ok, I take that back - I often make eratic public displays - especially when drinking) I've been able get through life with a minimal list of mortifying experiences. So minimal and far between that I had actually forgotten my last "Most Embarrassing Moment".
Fortunately, my luck took a turn for the worst creating a new, and very fresh memory.
It all happened on a Wednesday . . .
It was an "off" day for sure. I don't know what was off about it, it was just one of those days where you're not quite good at life. It took me awhile to warm up to being social and drinkie. Cameras flew out and everything was fun and then it was time for me to go home. I said my goodbyes and began to make my way down the carpeted (who uses carpet in a bar!?!?) steps toward the door.
Tragically, the 3 inch heel that had elevated me to an impressive height all day found its way into the cuff of my wide bottomed, floor sweeping jeans. As the material caught my leg I was paralyzed by the horror of falling down a long flight of stairs face first. Through some miracle I was able to lean my body into the wall and grab the railing. I'm not sure what happened after this; did I descend more stairs, did I stay where I was, did my shoes fall off or did I kick them off, how loud really was the sound of me banging against the railing? In any case I was able to halt my downward spiral. I could hear the two girls who had been at the top of the stairs gasp. I walked down a few steps and collected my shoes which had landed here and there. The guy who had been sitting at the top looked as embarrassed as I felt when he asked if I was OK. I assured him that I was fine, and, with one heel in each hand, walked the last of the stairs to the safety of level ground.
As Mr. Black has often pointed out, I am a 20 minute girl. Roughly I average to run around 20 minutes late to most appointments, I take at least 20 chews when eating (or drinking thick milkshakes), and my attention span has been known to wan around the 20 minute mark. Naturally, I've worked my way through a fairly impressive list of activities and hobbies through my life including piano lessons, scrapbooking, rock collecting, photography, basketweaving, and beading to name a few.
At the time of this blog I am approximately 12 minutes into my latest activity, glass working classes at the Pittsburgh Glass Center. The sample of four classes I've selected to introduce me to the world of glass working should fit nicely into my 20 minute rule. I've attended two classes, the first being the Hot Shop in which I made two delightfully colorful paperweights with much supervision! I absolutely love my paperweights! They are so smooth and clear. I picked the colors and made the inner swirls by twisting the hot glass. Then I poked air bubbles and finally created the round shape. Here are pictures. I'll add more from the next classes after I pick up my work.
In the glamorous, fast paced world of advertising, there are many coveted titles one could aspire to achieve; however, it has been, and remains, a little known secret that often the most daring, passionate, inspired, creative employees are those sitting behind the front desk. Meet Sarah and Erica. Comparable to the greatest females you've ever known (or have ever wished to know) they make small miracles happen every day in the form of spreading their excitement and energy to anyone who happens to cross their path.
On this particular rainy day in early fall it was determined that spreadsheet lubrication was in order as a preemptive to the last two hours before happy hour. The stipulation, of course, being that we would finish the often procrastinated spreadsheets that seemed to be looming over us heavier than the water logged clouds that were rolling low outside our office windows. What better way to end? start? the day than sangria and further procrastination?
I love pretty stationary and greeting cards but they're so expensive! I was running low on funds so I made this one myself with some things I've saved for when I'm feeling creative.
I love antiques - this lace is leftover from my mom's wedding dress (made by my grandmother) and the rest is scrap pieces of ribbon and old jewelry.
Photo taken at Topsail Island, North Carolina
We had beautiful weather all vacation and this particular evening had a great sunset.
on Sunset...