there are bags to pack

something has been dangled in front of me and that something is palm springs. as in, a fun little palm springs job/project that was first proposed last august but could not be seriously considered due to circumstances beyond my control. when january rolled around, things finally slowed down and all I could think was: palm springs. palm springs. palm springs. followed by: please happen. please happen. PLEASE LET IT HAPPEN. then, on the coldest, greyest, rainiest, dreariest portland day, right smack dab in the middle of the hoping and the planning and the crossing (the double-crossing, the triple-crossing) of fingers, I walked into my favorite hole in the wall thrift shop and found this. this souvenir plate. I took it as a sign.


but it still didn't seem like something that could (or would) actually happen. I feigned optimism for weeks and was sure it would all fall through. well, it didn't and friends, I'm going. this month. just for a few days, but it will be a few days filled with sunshine (please with the sunshine) and color (I imagine there will be color for daaaaays) and dry heat (omg please with the dry and the heat) and blue skies (wide open, I'm thinking) and who knows what else. and I am just so excited that it's actually happening, I had to share. I could not help myself. there will be photographs, of course. there will be more sharing. I will try not to bubble over, I will try not to gush. I promise. I'll try to keep my head on straight. but the plain truth is that I'm prone to the bubble and gush and my head is already off and spinning.