Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm here! I'm here!!!

I just got back from New York after helping Tim with ICFF crayon business. We laughed (people watching was great), we cried (standing all day in a 10 sq foot area was sad), we high fived (sometimes a high five just feels right), we stopped high fiving (we were doing it too much), we drank coffee (very early mornings and very long days), we contributed to the cash-hole (we liked to throw money in the pit), we entertained stupid questions (seriously, strange questions), we smiled until our faces hurt (it was like sorority rush), we slowly went crazy (you would too), we both saw someone named TOBIAS FUNK and freaked out (no seriously, his name was Tobias Funk), we ate steaks with fried eggs on top (Brazil, you are good to me), and we had a good time (I am definitely going to move to New York). 

Anyways. It was obvi my first time at such an event and I saw a lot of really cool things that I loved and wanted. Like a 6000 dollar bathtub, a 1700 dollar chair, a low canopy bed with dip dyed curtains, and a giant IKEA bowl that looks like the hat Madeline wears.

I also bought some really nice bowls (you know how I love bowls) from another mart participant - studiomake.

So nice. The bowls have unique drips from when they took the porcelain out. I also bought some jewelry, because that's just what I do.

There were a few cute kids who were at the booth, including this one Asian girl who wanted both a brown and gray crayon ring. Unfortunately, the gray one was only the size model and we couldn't give it to her, although I don't think it stopped her from wanting it. Hmm I should have creepily taken a picture of her.

Our hotel was in Brooklyn (nu hotel... missing umlaut!!!) and had a chalkboard wall in the bathroom. I requested a cat and a doughnut with sprinkles and so Tim drew two love vignettes. I'm a little smudgey in the picture and Tim reminds me of Conan OBrien. Still, I'm pretty fond of this picture.

If you think I took any more pictures this weekend, you would be mistaken, because, once again, I suck. 

I always feel really impressed with Asian guys with good moustaches. Is that just me? Like, I feel really proud of them, like good for you, the other Asian guys who can't grow facial hair must be totally jealous. Right?

Every time I talk to NKQ, we talk about how many days are left in our year. Not including weekends, there are only 62 days. Oh thank goodness.

EDIT: just found a pic of that sweet hat/bowl