Ah, the best of times, the worst of times: Mardi Gras.

Actually, that’s not really fair to Mardi Gras; my problem wasn’t with the holiday, it was me not being able to get out of my own head and just go with it. Try as I might, I couldn’t quite get off the misery merry-go-round* that I’ve been on since deciding to close the business.

Even so, the good outweighed the bad by a long shot, most importantly because Charlie’s oldest daughter came down for a few days and they got to hang out. It was a first, and she discovered that even the most dignified big-time New York designer will jump around for some Muses schwag:

Duty called, and Caitlin had to go home on Sunday, but she got to see a bunch of the big parades and hopefully she’ll be back with her sisters in tow in the next year or two, and then we’ll get to drag them along on a float, looking goofy with the rest of us:

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*my mental carousel horse goes up and it’s all “Wow, I get my house back, I’m going to write, yay!”, but then inevitably the horsey comes down and it becomes “failure failure failure.” Apologies to anyone who got to deal with my intermittent mopishness: blech.

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