Sunday I drove down to Charlotte by myself, straight south down I-85, took the exit right before Concord, headed east for a million years until I pulled up on my sisters land. It’s the first time I’ve been there since they moved their furniture in and I didn’t take a single ding-a-ling picture of her house.

sistersShe took this one of us, though, and you can kind of see a ceiling fan in the background. I know, that doesn’t count as “furniture.” Especially since she’ll be taking that out once she gets the big stuff done. You know, like putting in a kitchen and all.

I was only there a few hours as we had a few things we needed to work on for the Barn event because it was almost time to start selling tickets. She’s helping me with my barn event and when she has hers, I’ll help her, too. I need all the help I can get.

Have I mentioned I’ve never sold a ticket for any thing in my whole life? Except that carnival we had with Missy and Shelly in the backyard when I was in second grade at Smith Elementary School in Columbus, Indiana? And that carnival had rides like Tire Swing: 10 cents! And You can pet our kitten if you give us a nickel. 

Needless to say, I didn’t know what to expect.

Yesterday morning I sent out an invitation to my newsletter subscribers to go ahead and buy their ticket to join us At the Barn in November, planning to open up registration here on the blog today.

And would you know that we sold half our tickets in the first hour?

By dinner time the other half were gone. So today I come here empty handed but also full because you guys!

I’m totally shocked. And thankful. And excited. And terrified because people have paid real, green, legal money and that means we kind of have to actually do this thing.

If you were hoping for a ticket, here are a few things I want to say. Thank you. And depending on how this one goes, we really want to do this again. Sooner than later. If you want to add your name to the waiting list, send an email to join us at the barn at gmail dot com and put waiting list in the subject line.

If you thought you were signed up for the newsletter but you never got an invitation yesterday, it’s possible you are actually only signed up for blog posts which is something different. Blog post emails come to your inbox every time I publish a new post. Newsletters only come monthly and/or when something special like At the Barn comes up.

You will have to go to the last email you got from me with the blog post in it, scroll to the bottom and manage your preferences to check on your status there.

So that’s where we are with the Barn event. Thankful to those of you who are coming, those of you who wanted to come, and those of you who emailed sweet support and excitement.