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300 Writing Prompts, and other happenings

My totes awesome (yes, I just used "totes" in a sentence in place of "totally" un-ironically...don't judge me) husband got me this book at Target last week:

I love Target so much. SO. MUCH.

His thought process was that I can use it to get inspiration for the blog, things to jog my brain, and a place to jot down thoughts. He might be a genius, because in true Target fashion, this book is pretty amazing. I can't wait to start using it, and when I use a prompt, I'll let you guys know at the end of the post that this little blue book is where it started.

I also got invited to join Amazon Handmade. I'm going to be giving it a whirl...the monthly fees don't start until August, so until that time I'll be in both Etsy and Amazon. Here's the linky link, but there's not much moved over yet (ok, so there's only one listing so far, because I just started this 3 hours ago)(it would have been nice to have a listing importer like some other handmade sites have done in the past, but I'll get there...slowly).

TIL (today I learned for those not fluent in Reddit speak), that asparagus shoot up very early in the Spring and you can start harvesting within a few weeks. Case in point.

Yup, it's April 6th and I already had three sprouts to "harvest". And a crap ton more coming up. Although the plants are only 3 years old at this point, so everything I've read says to harvest "lightly" this year. Next year we can really go to town, evidently.

It feels a little weird to be posting in the middle of the week, I was getting into a bit of a groove of posting on the weekends. But this past weekend was me being sick + busting out orders, so blogging did not happen.

Now I'm off to go do some yoga and hit the hay. Friday morning I have another exciting thing happening, so keep fingers crossed/send positive vibes/whatever the hell you do, and I'll fill you in when I know more.

And uh...go check out Amazon Handmade.

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