So, I almost got eaten by a shark this weekend. Ok, it’s been a few days, and with each retelling, the story gets more dramatic, but the facts are facts: there was me, alone, and there was a big ass shark. Does there really need to be any embellishment? You can read about it here if you are so inclined.
And I started graduate school today. And I have jewelry samples due in Tokyo in 2 weeks. And my cat is yelling at me.
So yeah, my hair is falling out from stress. Hopefully Ollie can take over for a couple days. Love the shot of the pier, btw. I miss California too.