And I'm going to try really hard not to be annoying about it.
For the past few years, I have turned various shades of green reading about all the awesomeness that is Altitude Summit. Each January it seems like all the cool kids are planning and preparing their fabulous outfits and elaborate business cards. While I am far from a cool kid, I decided to stop admiring the spectacle from afar and join in instead.
I'm not going to lie, I am super duper excited to be going. I've got serious packing anxiety, and I've given more than a little thought to my biz cards. But I also plan to go there and be myself. Personality wise, I feel as though I'm smack dab between the bold and bedazzled Alt crowd and the yarn-touting, free-spirits of Squam. Of course, I wish to impress people, but only by being who I am. I'm hoping my two best accessories (a cute baby bump and a quick sense of humor) are enough to help me stand out in the sea of fabulousness.
Despite the nerves, what I am most looking forward to is the chance to hug some of the lovely #creativemamas that have become my online tribe. So while my instagram feed is sure to be oddly full of cute outfits and precious details, know that I'm still the Carla you know and love. Hopefully I'll come back with all kinds of ways to make this space even better. And at the very least, I'll get to be a full-on grown-up independent woman for a few days. A very welcome concept after four years of pretty much non-stop mothering and only ten short weeks before it starts all over with number two!
Wish me luck! And feel free to roll your eyes a few times, we're all friends here.
