But seriously. I've had quite the weekend. As is customary here on the Island, all things gravitated toward one, singular day, meaning that after a few weeks of uneventfulness, there were two things happening the very same night.
There was a dance at our local, a band from Portland worth dancing to, and the annual Women's (I'm compelled to wrote Womyn's) Coffee House. WCH takes place every February, the slowest month of the year, and is an open, totally non-judgemental and sisterly forum for us Island womyn to share whatever we feel like, from poetry, to songs, to handicrafts. It's awesome and empowering.
This year I read a piece and helped a little with the decorating. Our plum tree is blooming, so I volunteered on the greenery detail.
We snuck out at "intermission", which was kind of a bummer and headed out to get dancing. And dance we did. At one point we were commenting with friends how our husbands were the first to head for the dance floor, well before us. Lucky. It's rare to find a man who's not afraid to get down.
I wore this to both events, though I opted for cowboy boots instead, for maximum s***-kicking capacity. Seemed to work.
In other news: our camera is dying a slow, painful death, and I'm contemplating selling some of the stuff I never wear on etsy to buy a new one. Whaddya etsy sellers think? Share your experiences in shop keeping please.