I enjoy repurposing…I can’t stand to let a good piece of clothing or fabric go when I could surely see myself using it for “something” even though I may not quite know what! It ends up resulting in a lot of space being taken up by future “projects” lol. I decided I’d to get one done not too long ago with a pair of pinstriped capri’s. I get a lot of hand me downs, and I frequent area yard and garage sales. But these were really cute and sadly, did not fit me. I had high hopes to fit into them one day, but those hopes did not seem to be materializing any time soon (sigh)…so I had been wanting to make a vendor apron for a while. In my recent gift of fabric from my dear Aunt, there was a cute contrasting yellow fabric I thought would match well…so off I went.
It’s a pretty basic vendor apron. I have one large pocket, one smaller side pocket. The larger pocket has an inner zipper pocket for cash or secret stash. And then I added the contrasting pen pocket on the outside. I think it came out okay. It was my first one, and I was pretty much winging it with no pattern, just sewing and cutting and cutting and sewing. But overall, I’m happy with it. Repurposed with a purpose. I love giving new life into something that otherwise may have been wasted. =)
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.
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.
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”
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…