No excuse, but it's been a busy three months.
I learned my job had evaporated while I was on maternity leave, three days before my leave ended. So that was fun.
Then The Boy turned 1.
And a good time was had by all...There was The Weaning, which made me simultaneously joyous and sad. The Boy didn't even notice. (That was the part that made me joyous. And sad.)
There was the beginning of daycare, which The Boy, now known as The Imp of the Perverse, absolutely loves. Which, you know, makes me both joyous. And sad.
There was the end of crawling and the beginning of walking. And the many bruises that accompany the severe listing to starboard inherent in that learning process.
And then, and then...
Then there was the "Hey, I should start my own business one day" which became "Hey there's an EI funded program that could help me start my own business" which morphed to "Hey the deadline for applying to that program is in a couple of weeks." What followed was along the lines of "Hey, I got an interview" and then "Wow, my application's been shortlisted & gone to an independent panel for review." Hard on the heels of that was "Wahoo, I've been accepted into the program!" which today, as I started the first day of ten weeks of classes, became "Hey, check me out, I'm an entrepreneur!"
Remember way back in the mists of history, when I said I'd work free for a clothing designer if money wasn't a concern? Well, I didn't win the lottery but I am working free for a designer.
Me.
I'm the designer. I know, crazy! I'm designing children's clothes, starting with a line of funky hats for boys.
The Imp of the Perverse models my first prototypeToday I registered my company name: Chill Monkeys Apparel. It's starting to become really real.
Oh shit. Now I have to actually DO this.
