Punk Rock Flea Market.

I am currently enjoying a cup of green tea chai latte and an almond croissant at my favorite local coffee shop, Fresh Flours. Of course, my croissant explodes whenever I touch it. Crumbs are everywhere. I am constantly brushing off the tabletop, my Mac, and my articles of clothing. I probably look obsessive to onlookers at this point. I've checked the underside of my red cardigan sleeve in search of powdered sugar so many times that it got tiresome. People are just going to have to deal with it.

I am devising a game plan for the upcoming Punk Rock Flea Market that will be held this Saturday. I heard about it from Julia, a fellow Etsyian and Seattleite. I accomplished putting together the receipt and napkin scribbles of ideas for my next creations in my sketch book. I am up to 13. Definitely won't be able to do them all. We shall see how it goes.

I just found a huge croissant crumb on my keyboard and I have no idea how it got there. I am pretty much a Christmas tree of almond croissant ornaments that fall with every jerk. It made sense in my head.