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Thankful: Friday, Etsy & Chicago!

As you can tell, I didn't post this on Thursday as planned.  I realized at about 1AM this morning that I had forgotten and the thought startled me out of near sleep because I had really wanted to post ON Thursday.  I was a little disappointed in myself but, I want to make the most of it.

So today, I'm thankful that it's Friday.  I'm real glad for this weekend.  And I'm thankful that Fridays, in and of themselves, have this hint of weekend in them too, so I celebrate Fridays too.
No, I won't type out the lyrics to the song by Rebecca Black but I do feel like celebrating. 
I feel like celebrating a few more things as well actually...

I opened my Etsy shop last wednesday! YAY!
Although it's pretty simple at the moment (and by simple, I mean that there's only one kind of necklace for sale) I'm just happy about it!  I haven't given anyone the url until now. 
YOU. ARE. THE. VERY. FIRST.
you ready?
Ok. It's http://www.etsy.com/shop/AltogetherBeautiful?ref=si_shop Yepp.  There it is.
Take a gander, just for kicks and let me know what you think! What could be better?  What could be worse?  Let me know in the comments, if you'd like.

And one last thing for this post...
I went to Chicago yesterday with my family to wander around and meet my friend Lauren. It was so much fun and I had an altogether wonderful time. I already have some fantastic memories from the day and I'm not even a whole day out from it!
Here are some pictures from our adventures.

My friend Lauren and I on top of a
Moody Bible Institute building getting my breath taken
away by the skyline.



 









Trains are so enjoyable.














 And so are skylines.

From British street magicians to beautiful cielings, we got a good show in Chicago.
  













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