I promised myself that I would buckle down this week and get my Q4 & year end financial taken care of. I can see this going into next week as well in reality, but I’m going to pretend for right now like I can get it all done in the next couple of days. There is much hand slapping going on over here as I make myself stop tagging cookies beautiful pictures on pinterest, sketching doodles of new product ideas, watching the new Betty White show trailer, …. you know how it goes. The list of things that fall in the category of “more fun that doing the books” is pretty vast. I leave you with some hints about upcoming better-than-taxes posts…and a picture of what appears to be elephant poo:
Coming up on the blog over the next few weeks
~ Real Bride Features: Oh my! I’m woefully behind on getting you some yummy images of real brides who have worn Alisa Benay gowns. I’m going to do a week long series to showcase them all at once.
~ Streamlining: This falls under the heading of “and you call yourself a business guru because….?” I’m a total nut for a really tight business plan & have even done consulting with other small business owners on making your marketing idiot-proof. And yet? It has come to my notice that the Alisa Benay online presence is a bit of a jumble. I’m here, and here, and here, and here, and well, also here (the blog). A bit much, no? By mid-February I’m streamlining down to just the Alisa Benay blog and the Etsy store. I’ve teamed up with ‘Preneaur and the ubber-awesome Katie James of Studio Pixelated to help me out with the big switch.
~ Knit Trousseau: sneak peeks at the lace knitting book
I spent some quality face to face time (see #1 here) with my good friend Denee the other day. We took a nice little stroll through our local antique barn/flea market type place & ran across this little nugget:

It appears that someone spent a great deal of time hand carving a table that’s too tall to be a coffee table, to weird to be a kitchen table, and well, contains tiny elephants sitting on top of life size elephant poo.
Peace, love, and all that jazz,
Alisa
















