Seller stalker…

So recently we did a craft fair and this nice lady came and bought one of my handmade, handsewn bags.  It’s one I was pretty proud of since I hadn’t worked with that particular fabric before.  I guess she had her eye on it, because she came right up to me and picked it off the display and handed me her bills.  Easy transaction…

Anyhow, I asked her if she wanted a bag to put it in, and she politely declined and just slung the bag over her shoulder and off she went. 

After she left, I realized that I had never took a picture of the bag!  Yikes!  How can I put it in my book if I don’t have a picture!  Like a stalker, I followed her around with my phone, pretending to be texting, while trying to catch a decent picture of it.  Haha, that’ll teach me to take pictures of everything before going to a fair!  Oh wells!  It’s always nice to see someone using something you made isn’t it! (mine is the one without the b!tch on it! =)

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Don’t sweat the small stuff…

You may have read my post “You Deserve It…” about my purchasing for myself a new Fossil bag, which I have to tell you, I LOVE.  I guess it’s true that not indulging as much in material things, makes this gift to myself that much more special. 

One day, less than a week after getting the bag, little Kira wanted some hash browns from McDonalds.  Sure thing, no problem.  Anyhow, after driving through and getting her breakfast, I place the bag on my passenger seat next to my purse, and drive along to school.  When we get there, I get her things together and grab the McDonalds bag.  To my absolute horror, the oil from her hash brown had seeped through the McDonald bag, and absorbed into my new $200 purse.  I was sick to my stomach, seriously.

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I was still 35 minutes of traffic away from my office where I would be able to do any kind of damage control.  I tried using napkins, but the napkins just fell apart, I tried whatever was in my capability in the car to do.  Alas, I just had to wait it out.

I got to the office and immediately googled how to remove oil stains from leather.  I got a bunch of different solutions, one of which was corn starch.  We have a full service kitchen in our building, I went and got some corn starch.  Really I spent the first 2 hours of my work day, dabbing corn starch on my bag and kicking myself for the having done that.  I was SO mad. 

After a couple hours, nothing was changing, and so I stopped and thought.  Really??  I mean yeah, I just spent my hard earned money on this gift for myself, yeah I really loved it, yeah I never get anything nice for myself.  But then I thought to myself, it is what it is.  I’ve done what I could, get over it.  And I did.  I thought, ah no one will notice and who cares if they do.  I literally wiped it out of my mind and completely forgot about it.  Life is so much more than an oil spot on a brand new purse.  It’s just a purse, how is this really affecting my life?  It’s not.

I remembered it this morning ~ I was sticking something in the outside pocket and it popped into my head “hey, wonder how that oil spot is looking” I hadn’t even had a second thought of it since that day.  And to my delight, low and behold, it was pretty much gone!  I couldn’t believe it!

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Don’t sweat the small stuff everyone.  It really is, just small stuff.  It’s the important things you can let take up space in your life, but the other things ~ just let it go.  It is what it is and whatever will be, will be.

Enjoy life…

I’ve come a long way in life.  And as everyone else, I’ve had my share of ups and downs, rights and wrongs, woulda’s, shoulda’s, coulda’s, mistakes, misfortune, etc. etc.  But looking back, and as cliche as it is, there are no regrets in…or for my past.  I chose the paths I took, and along those paths I learned many things about life, others, and most importantly, myself.  What more can you ask of life?  Life is what you make of it, and you only have one chance to make it worth it.  I stand now where my life choices have brought me…I can slow down the whirling day and the constant and never-ending grind…and I can appreciate it.  Appreciate life, appreciate what it has given me, and appreciate myself for having always done my best, no matter what it was.  If I was sneaking out of the house after the parents went to sleep, I did my best.  If it was taking me 10 years to get my 2 year degree, I did my best.  If I’m laying on the couch, vegging out because I don’t feel like doing a damn thing, you can bet your ass I’m doing the best vegging I can!  In everything I do, I try to remember that I can’t give any more than my best…and I can’t give any less than that either.

I know sometimes I complain, about being too busy…but really ~ it’s better than being NOTHING AT ALL.  Life is short.

“There is no way to happiness…happiness is the way”

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