so. the show is on and it hurt to get here. it hurt in ways i couldn't have imagined but probably protected myself from knowing by living 'in my head' for so long. the weeks leading up were a swirl of nausea and fear and hope in equal parts. I was constantly making decisions, permanent decision that effected everything that would follow. and those decisions had big price tags. and i was nauseous and afraid and excited in equal parts. And i did it. sort of. the shop is in. the bags are made. mostly. and I am here. at the wythe. we are here at the wythe. please come visit. please.