I went north for my Aunt's birthday-- three days in deep lake country, it is fabulous I'll tell you what. My brother and I had many adventures in flea markets and barely escaped with our lives. 

Also we bought a book of crappy North Shore ghost stories and he read to me while I drove home-- this is the best sort of entertainment. There's nothing quite like MSTing a book while it's being read aloud to you in ridiculous accents.

 This is an example of what it is you can find at a horrifying tourist trap in the North Woods. Yes, that is the Boy, as a southern belle, and a confederation hand fan. Why?

I do not know.

At any rate, as you can see from the aisle in the picture, many a soul has stopped at this place and soon they were NEVER HEARD FROM AGAIN.

We only just made it out with our lives. 

The job hunt continues. It's unbelievable how slow going it all seems-- and it's not really from lack of jobs to apply for. I've applied to about 15 places in the last month and have only heard back from three. Yes, three. At one interview, the hiring manager told me they had 50 applicants for one job. That's not an astounding number if it were for a high profile position, but normally this type of job merits about 15 to 20 applications. Where my brother works there were hundreds of applicants just for three jobs.

But! I keep applying. And I sold a few pair of earrings over the weekend, these things really do help. (No, fiends, they were not as special as the Drunken Earrings, that was not just jewelry, it was an experience.)

I'm considering selling one pair of earrings per post here on this blog. Any thoughts?