Busy busy busy STRESS.

Every moment I have for the rest of the week is spoken for.

I got an email from afoundobject about vending jewelry at the hafla this weekend... only my stock is seriously depleted at the moment. I only have two necklaces and a handful of earrings. So I spent five hours last night doing four necklaces. I'll also be bringing not-for-sale samples and tons of business cards.

I also just got word that marinatempest's grandmother passed away, and her funeral is the day of the hafla. Which means there's a reasonable chance that I might now be soloing, especially as she's understandably very upset and grieving.

There's like a minute and a half that Flissy was leading or soloing during our piece that I now have to figure out. I have no idea what I'm going to do. Flissy will know by the end of today if she'll be able to come or not, so tonight, any further beadwork is getting bumped out of the way so that I can come up with an emergency plan. I was nervous enough about a duo-- my stress level is nearing panic when it comes to soloing for four and a half minutes at my first non-class hafla and my second bellydance performance ever.

So heads up to DC Phantom people-- if Flissy does make it, she'll be coming a little later, so I've already emailed Abby about what the latest time is that we can leave Pikesville and still make it to DC on time. It's all really up in the air, and I'm trying to be super flexible and keep my sanity intact. I got a call from my mom-- she's actually coming to the hafla this weekend. This is the fourth performance of mine she's coming to in the 10+ years I've been performing. Sky's family is coming. FNS people are coming. I have to focus as to not panic and cry.

And I have to dye my hair tonight. And I have to make cowrie falls. And take pics of oh god oh god oh god.