Written Wednesday May 21 10:07am ET in my hotel room in Manhattan:
It's the Surtex post-show hangover...feels like a real one. You other exhibitors know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't want to get all-the-way out of bed, really don't want to pack. Finally opened some of the magazines I brought...the stack had been growing in the weeks leading up to the show, tempting me...but no time for that then.
Brain still whirling from complete overload. So cool to see my old friends (scary how it doesn't feel like a whole year passes in-between) and meet new ones. Honestly making friends was the last thing on my mind when I started this roller-coaster but (in spite of myself) I've been blessed with amazing friendships that mean the world to me. Who knew? So...a quick "hi" to those new friends I've made, we'll talk soon I'm sure. In the mean time all I want to do is draw, draw, draw...I'm bursting at the seams (just like my suitcase will be shortly) with ideas for new collections. But checkout time is soon, the sun is out (finally!) it's a beautiful day in Manhattan. I'll leisurely meander my way to the train and head out of town.
I'll feel a little tug of sadness watching The City disappear below and behind me. But in a few hours...the green Cascade Range will open up below me, Mt. Baker, Rainier, St. Helens, and Adams all peeking up through the clouds in the distance; clusters of development, highways, and waterways will start to look familiar and my heart will start beating faster in anticipation of being home again.
The animals will pretend to be mad at me - it's been a whole week - but shortly they will both melt into me and I will be enveloped in a cloud of pet hair, staying airborne by the breeze from a big wagging tail and gluing itself to me with puddles of cat drool (yes I said cat drool, so?).
It will be heaven.
Real-life again.
Well, sort of.
First: the follow-up.
People with deadlines. Projects needed ASAP. Emails to send. Phone calls to make. Portfolios to mail. Stuff to be started. Stuff to finish. Not to mention stacks of mail, papers, odd things on my desk and around the house...and a few months worth of scheduling to organize.
I'll start thinking about that on Friday.
First, I'm going to take my first day off in several weeks.
Brain still whirling from complete overload. So cool to see my old friends (scary how it doesn't feel like a whole year passes in-between) and meet new ones. Honestly making friends was the last thing on my mind when I started this roller-coaster but (in spite of myself) I've been blessed with amazing friendships that mean the world to me. Who knew? So...a quick "hi" to those new friends I've made, we'll talk soon I'm sure. In the mean time all I want to do is draw, draw, draw...I'm bursting at the seams (just like my suitcase will be shortly) with ideas for new collections. But checkout time is soon, the sun is out (finally!) it's a beautiful day in Manhattan. I'll leisurely meander my way to the train and head out of town.
I'll feel a little tug of sadness watching The City disappear below and behind me. But in a few hours...the green Cascade Range will open up below me, Mt. Baker, Rainier, St. Helens, and Adams all peeking up through the clouds in the distance; clusters of development, highways, and waterways will start to look familiar and my heart will start beating faster in anticipation of being home again.
The animals will pretend to be mad at me - it's been a whole week - but shortly they will both melt into me and I will be enveloped in a cloud of pet hair, staying airborne by the breeze from a big wagging tail and gluing itself to me with puddles of cat drool (yes I said cat drool, so?).
It will be heaven.
Real-life again.
Well, sort of.
First: the follow-up.
People with deadlines. Projects needed ASAP. Emails to send. Phone calls to make. Portfolios to mail. Stuff to be started. Stuff to finish. Not to mention stacks of mail, papers, odd things on my desk and around the house...and a few months worth of scheduling to organize.
I'll start thinking about that on Friday.
First, I'm going to take my first day off in several weeks.
Hi Beth,
Just wanted to say I wish we'd gotten a chance to do more than the little wave we managed over your clients' heads. I wanted to stop in for a chat, but every time I came by your booth you were busy with folk - and that's a good thing! Just wish I'd been able to say "hello!" I didn't exhibit this year (and didn't miss it), but i still had the hangover. A show is hard work whether you're exhibiting or just running to meetings and trying to actually see some of the show. And I know how you feel - all I want to do is create, but here I am doing follow up (and visiting my friends blogs :-) and the work that needs to be done...and on we go.
p.s. - my cat Gracie drools too!
Beej
Posted by: BJ Lantz | May 30, 2008 at 10:59 AM