So, I got that job I metioned I was interviewing for. I will be working for Natalie Littlefield, who runs a catering company. Saturday morning is my first day. I'm way excited! It has been cool how things have worked out; apparently she actually did need more help, and then I happened to call her, and the timing was perfect! I will get paid pertty well, and honestly, I'll just be excited to be making any kind of mullah. I'm axious to start saving up for my upcoming semesters at BYU-I.
I have also been slightly obsessed with thinking of ways to make my apartment all cute when I go back to school. What is up with that? I have had this crazy nesting urge, and it's seriously getting out of hand. I was helping my mom mount some fabric samples for the binders she put together for the image consulting she's doing, and was using spray mount. The ENTIRE time, I was brainstorming ways I could use that stuff (which is actually so obnoxiously sticky) to make eveything from paintings, to placemats, to appliques. And the other day at work, I got inordinately excited about changing manikins and putting up some new signs in the front of the store.
I'm starting to worry that this crazy urge might lead to my room/apartment ending up resembling a circus. Or the home of some old, eclectic lady who collects ugly teapots and volunteers weekly with an organization to spay/neuter stray animals.
These are legitimate concerns.
Stake conference this weekend! My brother-in-law, Robert, is speaking. He was diagnosed with leukemia last November, but is doing awesome now. It has been amazing how he and my sister Ashley have handled all that adversity. I'm excited to hear what he and others will have to say. It is also rumored that a general authority may be there? Which would be neat-o.
Much love!
PS: I have a severe addiction to the song "The Start of Something" by Voxtrot. So good! Give it a listen below.
I have also been slightly obsessed with thinking of ways to make my apartment all cute when I go back to school. What is up with that? I have had this crazy nesting urge, and it's seriously getting out of hand. I was helping my mom mount some fabric samples for the binders she put together for the image consulting she's doing, and was using spray mount. The ENTIRE time, I was brainstorming ways I could use that stuff (which is actually so obnoxiously sticky) to make eveything from paintings, to placemats, to appliques. And the other day at work, I got inordinately excited about changing manikins and putting up some new signs in the front of the store.
I'm starting to worry that this crazy urge might lead to my room/apartment ending up resembling a circus. Or the home of some old, eclectic lady who collects ugly teapots and volunteers weekly with an organization to spay/neuter stray animals.
These are legitimate concerns.
Stake conference this weekend! My brother-in-law, Robert, is speaking. He was diagnosed with leukemia last November, but is doing awesome now. It has been amazing how he and my sister Ashley have handled all that adversity. I'm excited to hear what he and others will have to say. It is also rumored that a general authority may be there? Which would be neat-o.
Much love!
PS: I have a severe addiction to the song "The Start of Something" by Voxtrot. So good! Give it a listen below.