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.


New home…

My mom and I have this thing…when we’re at the craft fair we tend to get separation issues when our items sell.  Does this happen to you?  You put a lot of thought, time, work and mostly love into everything you make.  And while thrilled that someone loves it as much as you do, that only means you have to let it go.  We joke about it, but it’s so true – especially when my mom makes those really cute sock animals that she makes.  Anyhow, I did a few project recently for a friend of mine, and this past weekend I got to go to her house (to pick up more projects to work on!) and got to see the new home of the things that I spent many late nights working on at my sewing machine.  Needless to say, they look so different in the environment they were made for, than on my living room floor, haha.  I was thrilled at how lovely everything turned out.  And, on top of that, I got a lot more work out of it.  Between my full time job, my part time job, taking little kira to Karate classes, being a Girl Scout Leader for my daughter’s troop and trying to run a side business – I really need to get moving here.  The holidays are going to be here before you know it, I mean look – it’s already JUNE!

At least I know that it will be going to a lovely new home, as we know all our things do.  It’s nice to see the love you put into something being loved, used and enjoyed by someone else.  After all, what other reason is there?


My workspace (aka living room floor): Custom cushion cover, matching dual sided pillows, contrasting orange pillows with piping:




Custom lined curtains for little girls bedroom:



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! =)



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…

Sock bunnies…

Easter came and went in a flurry of colorful eggs!  I had a girl scout meeting scheduled for Sunday, so we changed it to Saturday so the girls could enjoy Easter with their families.  What better activity to do, than something Easter.  So the girls and I went ahead and made some super cute sock bunnies that I found an online tutorial for here.  It was so simple, and the girls had so much fun.  I just picked up a package of kids socks, brought the rice to fill, had the girls tie off the ribbon for the neck and rubber band for the ears, and draw on a cute face.  We cut the ears and voila!  They loved it.  I get so stressed trying to think of activities they’ll enjoy and I’m glad they enjoyed it.  Hope everyone had a great Easter!


It’s so hard to get motivated sometimes…like the daily grind just really grinds you up and spits you out.  I have so many ideas and wants and goals, but at the end of the day…I can still be content with not getting to any of it, and laying in bed with my little Kira.  (Albeit, she is quite the reason why I get so tired in the first place).

I have a full time job, which thankfully, I enjoy.  Not many people I know can say that.  I also have a part time job, which I don’t enjoy quite as much and really think of it as a chore…but it brings in a little extra money for the family which is always good.  I’m a Daisy Girl Scout troop leader to eight kindergarten girls.  Coming up with activities, lessons, and badge earning interest is a lot of work for these little ones!  And I have my own small business, and even though yes, my Etsy shop sold it’s last item listed a few weeks ago…business has been steady locally and that has been keeping me busy.


(sad empty Etsy shop)

It makes me kind of sad though when something like my Etsy shop, and sewing things in general – when even that gets to be something like a chore.  It’s different when you make things, post things, and people buy it…than when people order custom things from you.  It’s more pressure to me.  But all in all, I do so enjoy the time I spend with my sewing machine and most especially finishing a project on my list. 

If only I could find the time and energy to get motivated into actually putting more effort into it, so that it can be more than I’d hoped.  I mean, the extra money is always good – but I love getting emails from the customers.  That’s the best part.

How do you balance life?  Aside from all the above, I have a family to love and care for, a home to tend to, and hey…what about me?!!  Lol. 

How time flies…