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Every morning as I begin to hear the faint rustling of my husband alarm clock beside me, my hand instictively reaches out for my phone on the nigh stand. Blinded by the digits blaring back at me, I'm either begrudgingly swinging my legs out of bed or waving the white flag in a sleep surrender for five more minutes, give or take. From then on, my morning varies between good and usual.
Good Morning: Full outfit. Full makeup. Full coffee mug.
AND
Usual Morning: Sweatshirt. Leggings. Slippers. Lighting a candle on my shrine to whoever invented those drive-thru coffee huts.
A good or usual morning, depending on when my other human alarm clock yells "Mama! It's time to get up! I want pancakes! Where's my robot?"

I'm making toast, after a "sorry out of pancakes" temper tantrum, teaching a lesson on lego etiquette, "if you throw twenty pieces on the floor, we might only find seven now and step on thirteen of them later in the middle of the night" ala cause and effect, and checking my email. Ding ding ding. The life alarm. Remember to buy this. Sell this. Push this. Write this.

Whoa. It's not even eight in the morning, let me put my pants on before I read about what new pants I need to put on.

Four years ago, I would have been over the moon about a pants email (we are running with this whole pants metaphor. CS Lewis I am not).
Free pants? Me is to blog as pants is to get. Plus another pair for one lucky reader.
These are the best pants ever! Says the person who thinks Costco sample Saturday is the closest thing to Heaven on this side of the pearly gates.
Have free pants, will write was my hobo middle name on the side of a Blogger highway.
Then it was scarves, and jewelry, and shoes, and computer software...but free! Kinda like that one time I won free tickets...to a WWE event. Tickets to a stupid thing. FREE tickets to a stupid thing. Well, when you say it like that, hell yes I can smell what the Rock is cooking!
Giveaways, codes, comments, likes, follows, like for like, follow for follow, click, tap, do it all again.

You know what.
I just want to make pancakes (switching metaphors right about now).
I have the flour, sugar, eggs, and milk. Everything I need.

Best part is, you don't even need to wear pants while you make 'em.

Does that make any sense?
Come on over to my house and I can explain much better. I'll make you pancakes.
I'll wear pants. Gah.

I made you read "pants" eleven times.

I've missed this blog.


xoxo

{Bon Bon}

PNW Blogger Holiday Party Recap

{Spot the Bon Bon! "People talking in action" photo via {The Content Owl} because even after three years of blogging I still only remember to snap one photo} 

   

   When Chelsey {The Paper Mama} announced the opening of ticket sales to the Fall PNW Blogger Holiday Party, I have to admit, my PayPal account kind of snagged it on a whim. Make that on a whim WHAM. Ok. That was bad. The party though? Was good. Bordering on almost great. 

I didn't win the big door prize and stepped on some gum on the sidewalk and geez I'm totally kidding, it was great. Since my last blogger meetup "officielle" was way back {here}, it was time to put my big girl pants back on. 

   There were a bunch of people at the venue, maybe 50? 80? I have awful depth perception and crowd estimating skills, (my "guess how many jelly beans in the jar" attempts over the years have been abysmal), so we'll say there were definitely more than 10 bloggers and less than 100. 

   Thankfully, a few of my real life aquaintances were already there when I arrived, which makes the whole other side of social networking in this day and age a little less awkward. 

You know that whole other side, the "I know what you ate for breakfast because it was on Instagram this morning. Hi! Nice to meet you!"{Everyone I did meet though, whether more or less awkwardly, it was a real pleasure!}

    Speaking of breakfast, thanks to our fabulous hosts and sponsors, we grazed on quite the spread. Thirty minutes in, I was sipping on a mimosa and feeling juuuuust fiiiine. 

   {Union/Pine} was buzzing from 10am-1pm, I won a gift card to {Water Avenue}, and then floated away with a serious swag bag stuffed with goodies from {here} {here} {here} oh and {here} annnnnd more.  

   The craft table kept calling out to me, beckoning a siren's song of paper flowers and handmade ornaments, but everyone was just being too nice to talk to! Definitely stuffed a few leftover supplies in my purse for later, {thanks to my blast-of-the-past friend Bekah who was being a Fabric Depot rockstar ambassador!}

   I wish all of my rash life decisions would turn out this fun. 

   Thanks again to {Chelsey}, {Heather}, and {Jenni} for such a great event. It's always inspiring to connect with other women, (oh and guys! I know there were at least two guys there?), who understand the whole blog community thingamajig and warmly embrace my teeny tiny part in it. 

   P.S. I was the super tall dark haired person in polka dot pants. Were you there?

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xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Also, special thanks to the event sponsors 

{Yoked}{The 7th Chamber} and {Pinhole Press}