Happy New Year, yes I know it’s March

2 months of 2014 have already passed me by, where they went ~ I have no idea.  It’s really kind of sad.  Time just flying by…I’ve been so busy with my 9-5 job and it’s really been affecting my home life as well as any hopes of sewing on the side.  I still have my part time work that I cram in too.  It’s been just crazy the past 6 months with no slow down in sight.  But, if you really want something, you’ve got to do it.

work you didnt do

I very well can’t be “be upset by results I don’t have with work I haven’t done”.   I just really need to get it together.  I’m determined.  It’s already the 3rd month of the year.


It’s funny how I keep thinking I have so many things I want to do, but yet when it comes down to the time to do it, I sit and stare and think and…sit and stare and think, repeat.  In the end, nothing gets done, and then I feel guilty at having let precious time pass by without having gotten anything done.  I like to tell myself it’s because I have so many ideas that I can’t focus, when really, I think I’m just lazy.  If I could just get myself to do more doing, instead of thinking about doing… “I sit and stare at all this fabric and still can’t get motivated to sew something…”



Into 2013…


The holiday craft fair season has come and gone. We’re now into February and getting on into 2013. Why is the time going by at this ridiculous speed that I can’t seem to catch up with? I’m glad the holiday season is over and we had a lot of fun at the craft fair. It is always fun to hang out and check out all the passers by. Whether it was making money or spending money, we all did pretty good.

(My little sis with some of my stuff)


(SIL’s headbands)


(Little sis earrings)



(Mom’s cork plants and signs)


Hope your 2013 is off to a great start!!

Back in the day…

So okay, I love my grandma.  She is literally the queen bee of my family, like the Godfather – except she’s Asian, maybe 4’10”, at most 95 pounds – but when she talks, everyone listens.  When there are problems, big decisions to be made, drama…everyone goes to her.  She’s the hub.  But don’t get it twisted, when you think of grandmas you think milk and cookies – oh no, not my grandma.  She believes in tough love, her words will cut you, she will hit you with the broomstick if she feels you deserve it (you can ask my brother).  She’s not the kiss-the-boo-boo type of grandma, she slaps on the bandaid and tells you “stop crying you’re not dying, grandma doesn’t like cry babies” (you can ask my daughter this one).  She’s wise, she’s gone through some stuff, and when anything unknown comes up it’s always – “well ask Grandma”.  There are 5 living generations on that side of my family, my daughter being the youngest, then me, my father, my grandmother and my great grandmother.  While we don’t see her often, I do love when my daughter gets to visit with her great-great grandmother.  And my little one in fact has 4 great grandmothers alive.  Anyhow, there are alot of years there.

So a while back, grandma called me since she knows I sew, I sell stuff, I sell vintage stuff – and asked if I wanted to come by and grab some things from her closet that she no longer wanted.  She said maybe I could make a few dollars out of them.  So we went through the bags, and it was touching to see a soft side of her as she reminisced with me about time periods of her life that she wore those clothes.  Pointing out her favorites, telling me about places she’d gone – my grandfather (who has long since passed) of course in the military these stories included Panama, Germany, the States…I almost didn’t want to take the clothes, but she insisted.  She said she had no need for them anymore.

It’s for sure that I can’t fit the clothes and I don’t have the heart to cut them up.  It was hard finding models who could get the buttons buttoned up or zippers zipped up because she is such a tiny woman.  But they say great things come in small packages.  Vintage items have so much history.  Its great to think someone else might be able to enjoy the life these clothes have lived.


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.


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!


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”


You deserve it…


It’s rare that I buy anything for myself.  I am very tight with my family’s money…VERY, you can ask my husband.  But I do spoil little Kira, and Paul is generally free to buy what he wants.  My bag started falling apart, and I decided I wanted to buy a new one.  I don’t like shopping, probably because I’m so tight with my money haha.  But I couldn’t justify just getting a new bag.  Anyhow, I had decided, with Mother’s Day coming up, what a perfect excuse!  So I went to the store with my cousin and found a bag that I love.  As sad as it is, I don’t believe I’ve ever spent over $100 on a bag, and damn sure never $200 – so this indeed was a feat for me.  But, I feel like I deserve it.  I’ve been hectic since the beginning of the year, just a crazy mad woman!  And with all that goes on, I think I deserve a bag I like – especially for Mother’s Day ( I could never buy it “just because” ). 

My thought is this, you really do have to take the time to treat yourself.  You deserve it.  Go out and get those new shoes, that new bag, that new outfit, and in my husband’s case, that new flat screen for the garage.  I mean really, at least once every blue moon. 

Me and my new Fossil bag will be good until the next blue moon, but hmmn, now I’ll need a matching wallet….bwahahaha!

Make today Amazing…

It’s been a long couple of weeks.  On the 12th my Uncle passed away, my Mom’s oldest brother ~ and though it’s been a while since I’ve seen him, he will truly be missed.  Always when a loved one is lost you think of how short life is, I mean it never fails.  You think to yourself that you never really know when your day will come and that you should live life to its fullest.  And you do for a while, but then eventually the nitty gritty of life gets its hold on you once more, and you go on pushing through the days as if there are countless tomorrows.  Yesterday my little Kira told me, “Mom, we tell each other we love you every day, how come we say it every day, we already know”…and yes, we do already know, but sometimes, you have to say it.  Sometimes, you have to hear it. 

My sister sent our family a picture of this sunset, and we thought of our Uncle.  Wishing we could all fly to the Big Island to attend his funeral, responsibilites…life…can’t/won’t allow us to.  Sadly, it’s true.  RIP Uncle Eddie…


My husband is finally getting over a bad case of sinus infection…you know how pitiful men can be when they’re sick (just kidding fellas).  After a week, my daughter got sick, and for me that means sleepless nights…fevers, coughing, feeling foreheads for temperature checks, fixing blankets, checking drafts…it’s been a long couple of weeks.

Work has been rough with going through budgeting for the upcoming start of a new fiscal year.  While the economy is coming back, it’s not as fast as we’d all like.  The weeks have been full of difficult conversations and topics.

This morning making my walk to work I had to listen to my theme song TWICE to get put myself into the good-conquer-the-day-yes-let’s-do-this spirit!  I’m so glad it’s Friday.  Even though my weekend is unusually full of activities, at least I’ll be able to do it in comfortable clothes and shoes.  TGIF all, and remember to enjoy every day, Friday or not…