cut.

i am officially "tangle." says the register of deeds.
courthouses are strange places. i've never been inside one for doing anything wrong, but even going to register my business name was intimidating. it felt like everybody knew where to go, or what to say, but me.
and, oh my! the polished wood! mahogony or something. and huge leather-bound books. and antique-looking, teller-like windows from the banks in old movies.
it was like walking onto a scene in a movie made long before i was ever born. a scene, after which, a terribly exciting car chase would take place.

donedonedone

completed...
going to the courthouse= i'm legitimate!

and here are several things i am taking to 'custom' to submit for consignment this evening:









completed...
going to the courthouse= i'm legitimate!

and here are several things i am taking to 'custom' to submit for consignment this evening:

to do:

go to the courthouse to...
register my business name
get tax id #
get business license!

then...
post pictures of my submission to 'custom' in west-asheville
make tags for the jewelry
go to custom

and after...
make dinner for a friend