The One Where My Brain Falls Out

So I just looked at the date and realised that:

A. Isla is nearly three weeks old already
B. My birthday has come and gone with barely a blip on the radar
C. There is less than 6 weeks until Fashion Week

Despite the soaring and crashing hormonal ups and downs of new parenthood (and let me tell you, those downs are waay down and filled with tears and unexplainable blueness, but are thankfully few and far between) I am simply loving life since Miss Isla came to town. She brings Sparky and I unimaginable joy with every tiny noise she makes or silly face she pulls. She is, by all accounts, the bees knees.

Since I haven't been in blogland (or any part of Planet Earth for that matter) for the past few weeks a few things have happened that have had a huge impact on our life (apart from the birth of our first child, of course).

The largest of these being that I was accepted into Australian Fashion Week as a new designer! I'm showcasing at Emerge @ The Source with 20 other designers in fashion, jewellery, accessories etc. I checked my email the night we brought Isla home from hospital and very nearly fell off my chair when I saw my acceptance email. I then proceeded to actually fall off my chair when I realised I needed to accept my place by the next day. Talk about timing!!

So aside from settling into our routine here at home (Sparky went back to work this week, which was sad and scary and exciting all at the same time) I have been gathering my thoughts and putting together the mother of all to-do lists for the next five weeks.

I need to get a website organised; redesign my branding, logo, packaging, business cards etc; draft up my wholesale contract/order forms; make a heap of inventory (at least 2 of every piece in my collections for display at the event); get professional product photos taken; have catalogue designed and printed; engage Sparky in some serious PR work; register for GST; buy some halfway-fashionable, non-pregnant-lady but just-had-a-baby-so-I-have-a-pot-belly-that-I-need-to-disguise clothes and get cracking on my much-depleted inventory. Oh, and I need to fit out my new, as yet unpainted and uncarpeted studio and buy a new computer and printer as this one is on its last legs.

I'm sure this is rather boring to read, and for that I am sorry. My language skills seem to have failed me. Perhaps they thought they were no longer needed as all I've been saying for the past three weeks is, "Hello, pretty girl," or something to do with nappies.

B xx