inspiration...

i've just returned home from an insanely inspirational few days at altitude design summit. i'm sure you're already bored of me chatting on and on about it.

which really stinks because i think all my stories this week will be all about all things altitude design summit.

my advance apologies, kind sirs.





lately, i've been calling all girls mister. i've also been responding to uncle sugar with an enthusiastic right on, sister! he is not a fan of this. either, might i add, are the more masculine girls i may be addressing. two of whom i sat beside on my way home yesterday. one had a beard. i blinked twice and prepared myself for fireworks when the flight attendant called her ma'am. for a second, i thought she was pulling my opposites are funny trick. she was not. clearly, there is no point to this section of my post. i guess i've just missed talking to you, yes? yes, indeed.

i came home with an extra case of creative, and i think...i think...that extra bit of nerve i needed to assassinate mackin ink.

but she's tricky, that one. wily, even. she's stuck around for, like, ever. so it may take a little extra push and another space in which to practice writing every day, but that's my baby goal.




off to watch the chicago bears. the girlies three are pinned to the telly, threatening to perish should the bears not win.

it's currently fourteen to nothing.

much-needed inspiration found here and here. i'll be back here and there through the week to tell you stories from the conference, ok? see you in a bit. xoxo.