Welcome to my blog. I'm glad you're here. You'll find information about my shop; favorite recipes; features of other crafters and artisans; tidbits of beach living; and the ups and downs of life.
Yes, there were some things about the past that were definitely great, but everyone's list is slightly different. This blog is my contribution to the things that make life great, and not so great. Like all things, this blog will grow and change as I do. Come grow with me.
Ah, Christmas. A time of mistletoe, pictures with Santa, strangers warmly greeting each other as they pass by...(I'm not going to comment on the spectacle that was Black Friday. The images speak for themselves.) As you know, I'm an old fashioned kind of gal. I like things simple, and I love the Christmases of days long gone by.
I love to hear my grandmother tell of the candles (yes, real candles) on the tree, fresh greens draped on the mantle, and new doll dresses lovingly sewn by her mother for a well-loved baby doll. It was the time of the Great Depression. There wasn't much money for new, shiny presents. Jobs were hard to come by, rations were commonplace. And yet, Christmas still came, somehow it still came.
Times have been tough for many of us these days, as well, though hopefully not as hard as it was back then. Christmas just can't be about shiny new gadgets and electronic devices. I, for one, am taking a step back. This will be a creative Christmas. The boys obviously don't have dolls I can make clothes for, but I do have a few ideas that I think they will appreciate.
Won't you take a step back with me? I don't mean go back in time or take away the gadgets, but find some way to make it truly a special time. Create your own Christmas cards, make ornaments or gifts for family, cook up something yummy. I'd love to hear your ideas.
As for me, I'll be sharing some of my ideas here. (Just don't tell the boys. I'd hate to ruin the surprise.)
We all have those days when we feel the weight of the world is resting not so firmly on our shoulders. When you're feeling that weight, just reach out to your friends. They are they, even if you don't know it. No man (or woman) is an island. We are social creatures. Let your friends help you through the rough days.
I am thankful for my friends, and I hope you all know who you are, when my days are heavy and I need a little help. This one is for you, because I could not do this alone.
I've got a Toyota Matrix. Got it when Little Man was a baby because I knew I couldn't keep crawling into the back of my Saturn Coupe much longer to strap him into his car seat. Now Little Man, and my Toyota are both 10 years old. For a person, that means he's still got a lot of life left to live, but for a car, not so much.
My awesome, reliable car now has over 192,000 miles racked up under the hood and it desperately needs a new clutch. Let's just say you do not, ever, want to get stuck behind me coming out of a full stop. My car chugs along at snail's pace for quite a while now, like a little old lady pushing a walker. Pushing the gas pedal to the floor or pumping it does no good. Neither does yelling at it or pleading with it. Believe me, I know. And no matter how close you get behind me, flash your high beams, or honk your horn and yell obscenities, you cannot intimidate it, or me, to go any faster. Just not going to happen.
But, and here's the strange part, I have learned to be thankful for my slow little car. It has taught me to relax, slow down, and enjoy the ride. It's kind of zen-like and freeing to not be caught up in the race. I'll get there when I get there, until the day I won't. So go ahead and stress yourself out trying to make me go faster. I'm good. Better yet, why don't you just pass me? I'm in no hurry.
(So, yeah, I know the car needs to be fixed. We're working on that, but for now I'm also doubly thankful we live in a small community where most of the speed limits are 30 or slower. Yeah, for Lower Slower Delaware.)
Too many Mondays have passed without a Monday Mojo, and for that I apologize. I missed it and I know some of you did, too. I know many of my choices have been silly and upbeat, but with Thanksgiving only days away, I thought I would chose something especially for the holiday.
I came across the CD, Sacred Spirit, one day while shopping in a bookstore. I was overcome with a sense of peace and reverence. Of course I bought it and it became one of my favorite, go to Cd's. The song I chose for today, "Yeha Noha" is one of my favorites.
I hope you enjoy this Monday Mojo and I wish for you much happiness and prosperity, whatever that may mean to you.
Yup, that's me, well at least that's the BitStrip me. (I do pretty much look like that, give or take a few pounds, and yes, my hair is lighter than my profile pic.) Anyway, this cartoon in particular called out to me yesterday because this is how I've been feeling lately.
I suppose it would be more accurate if I were drawn with a few more arms, but I'll just go with two and the two directions pulling the hardest.
One one side is my mother. At 94 she is doing well, physically, but she doesn't think so. Of course she has slowed down considerably and she's not nearly as spry as she once was, but then that's to be expected. The problem is that she has dementia. It is so difficult to watch a loved one struggle with this; the confusion, the paranoia, the time slips, and losing them bit by bit every day. I help her as much as I can, but it's never enough, or at least that's how I feel. Plus I feel utterly useless a good portion of the time. I can't force her to remember what just is not there and I cannot control her moods. I just do what I can do.
Then there's the other side, pulling just as hard for my attention, but just not aware he's doing it; my lovebug, my Little Man. He has ADHD and needs just a wee bit of help staying focused on the task at hand. I love him just the way he is, with all his quirks and goofiness, but when it's time to get down to business, I know if I'm not there, in the same room with him, the work won't get done. (And don't even let me get started on the whole school thing. That's a post all to itself.)
So, you see my dilemma? My mother or my child. How can one chose one over the other? So, I go back and forth between the two; trying to give each of them the attention they want and need, but always feeling like it's never enough.
I love Fall; the colors of the leaves, the briskness in the air, pulling the sweaters and warmies (hats, gloves, scarves, and leg warmers) out of storage. So I thought I'd share of few of my favorite warmies with you. If you're in a cooler climate, I hope these help take the chill away, and if your idea of cold is grabbing a sweatshirt, sit back and enjoy, just the same. You never know when you may be visiting one of your chilly buddies.
Last Tuesday I decided to offer my facebook page to other small business owners to promote themselves. I would like to make this a regular feature on mt page. So, here's the post for today. If you'd like to participate, comment below the post. Like and share to get more views. Today, my wall is your wall. (Please, family friendly items and comments only.)
Go to my facebook page to join in. See you there!
Yes, I've been away. No sugar coating it. I was doing so well with this blog and then Summer happened. I didn't realize how busy it gets here. All I did was work. Living at the beach is not nearly as glamorous as I had thought it would be. (What happened to my deep, dark tan and my moonlit strolls on the beach with my husband? Where did my fancy drink with the little umbrella go? Why did my husband and I feel like two ships passing in the night?) And then Summer ended, all the vacationers went back home and pretty much took our jobs with them, mine included. What do you write in a blog when you have no job and no money that doesn't sound like a poor me pity party?
Things haven't changed much. Still no job and not much money, but my outlook is not quite so doom and gloomy. I see this as just the way things are meant to be right now. My mother, who has dementia, needs my help more and more, and my son, who has ADHD, continues to need that little nudge to get his homework done and stay out of trouble.
So, with these things in mind, along with the lack of daytime work available, I have a renewed determination to work on my Etsy shop and make it successful. I have been working on my pictures and I have added a new line of checkbook covers to my selection. Before I ran out of money from my Summer job I got the things I needed to finally start using my Serger and I updated my business cards, since I have lived in a different state for over a year now. Unfortunately, craft shows just are not going to happen for me this year, so the focus is on the online business.
Just a few days ago I got my own domain name and am currently shopping around for a web hosting site so I can expand my reach.
I do apologize for not being here. I missed it, but I did not want this to be a downer, and that's just what would have happened. So I am back, my batteries are recharged, and I'm good to go.
I know I have a tendency to write heavy, heartfelt posts, but there are occasions when lighthearted and fun will do nicely. Today is one of those days. I had a few other choice words come to mind, but I decided I'd like to share some of my favorite Etsy jewelry.
First up, I present jewelry for the ears, and before I go any further, let me tell you how hard it was to pick just four of any of the categories. There are so many talented Etsians and there is such diversity. This was really a difficult choice, because they're all my favorites.
Next is jewelry for the arm. This, I think was the hardest to chose from, simply because of how many favorites I have. Honestly, I want them all. I just love jangly, bangle bracelets.
Perhaps you see some items you have already discovered. Perhaps you have found some new loves. Either way, I hope you have enjoyed this little stroll through a tiny piece of my personality.
Just curious, which piece of jewelry is your favorite? Can you even pick just one?
Day after day, we juggle our schedules, finances, priorities, and responsibilities to do what needs to get done, just to do it all over again the next day. Some days it may seem extra hard to get going. You may have a "why bother?" attitude. I feel your pain. I've been there myself. I'm sure we've all been there. If you're a small business owner you know it's all on you, even if it's a notoriously slow time of the year. If you're a single parent you may feel overwhelmed and exhausted from doing it all alone for so long. If you're overworked and under-payed or out of work altogether, you know how hard it is to make ends meet day in and day out.
This is your day. This one's for you. You can do this. You got this. You are a fighter. You are a winner.
It's not how how many times you get knocked down; it's how many times you get back up. General George Custer
Now get back up and get back on your horse. You've got a day to get through!
My mother has been on this Earth for 94 years. She started her journey way back in 1919. That is a very long time and so very much has happened in the expanse of her lifetime. I know, because she has filled my life with her memories, and no matter how many times she tells the same story over and over, somehow I never tire of them, especially the ones of her childhood. I can only imagine what a great time that must have been.
The photo above was the home of Charlotte Drake Cardeza, who was a very rich woman, and who also happened to be a survivor of the Titanic. This grand estate took up a whole city block and my mother told me how all the neighbors would come outside and watch as the massive gates would swing open and Mrs. Cardeza and her maid would slowly drive by in their motor car, the first one in the whole neighborhood.
Just recently my mother asked me if it was still there. My husband and I drove all over looking for it, but no such luck. Not too long ago I found out it was turned into a parking lot. I don't think I'll tell her.
This is Germantown High School. My mother graduated from there in 1937. It's one of the oldest high schools in the country, yet today, due to budget cuts, ABC news announced it will be closing at the end of the year. I don't think I'll tell her this, either.
In 1954, with a growing family, my parents put $100 down on the purchase of one the first homes in Levittown. Our home was a Jubilee, with four bedrooms and two baths at a whopping $1100.
So much has changed in my mother's lifetime. She remembers when telephones were first installed, the undertaker who carried both of her grandparents out of her childhood home in a wicker basket, the ice man, her mother getting her hand caught in the wringer-washing machine, the Depression, World War II and so many of her classmates who never returned home, piling as many boy scouts as would fit into her station wagon to go on camping trips, and on and on...
If I happen to be blessed with a long life I can hardly imagine the changes that I will see. Will I be overwhelmed and long for the "good ole days?" Pretty sure I will. I already do.
I've been thinking about my life lately; the choices I've made, where I am, where I want to be, and what's keeping me from getting there. I'm sure we've all been there at one time or another. What if they don't like me? What if I don't get the job? What if I'm no good at it (whatever that "it" may be)? What if I fail? What if, what if, what if...
In the cult classic movie, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Janet finds herself in quite a predicament after a series of events and possible bad choices... Oh, if only we hadn't made this journey. (But we did.) Oh, if only the car hadn't broke down. (But it did.) If only we were amongst friends, or sane persons. (But you're not.)
Life is full of choices. And, I believe, the choices we make direct our path. (I'm not even going to go into the debate on free will versus a Divine Plan. There just isn't enough space or time to get into that heated discussion.)
There are so many what ifs surrounding my life, but alas, I don't have a tardis or any other type of time machine, so I can not change the choices I have made or how my life has turned out thus far. I cannot go back and make the "right" choice as to my college education or career path. I cannot make the "right" choice about people in my life. I cannot go back and make the right choice about what to do with all the money I ever earned and spent. And I cannot go back and chose the right numbers for the massive lottery which would magically fix all my problems. (No, I do not actually believe that one, either.) I am fine with the choices I have made. They have made me the person I am today, for better or for worse. This is me, and i have to just accept it and move on.
We will forever be bombarded with what ifs. The important thing is not be stricken with fear of making the wrong choice and, out of that fear, chose to do nothing.
The song, Freewill, by Rush always comes to mind when I think about this: If you chose not to decide, you still have made a choice
The difference here is that the choice has been made for you and not by you, or has it? (Heavy, eh?)
Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of the unknown; they all can strangle a person into inaction. Instead of asking, "What if?" ask yourself, "Why not?" But whatever you chose, or don't chose, the worst possible thing would be to live with regret. It will destroy you like a virus.
From the movie, The Time Machine, the question answered.
I did not post a Monday Mojo last week. Sorry for those of you who enjoy them. I just did not have the mojo and nothing popped into my head as inspiration. Some days are like that. Some weeks, too, for that matter.
Broken bones, crazy vacationers, money issues, dealing with dementia, itchy little fur babies. I've got plenty of things to be worried about, but today I'm going the route of mood guru, Bobby McFerrin, and I'm going to remind myself that life is good.
I woke up today, I am breathing on my own, everybody in my home has clothes to wear and food to eat, and I have a job. Life could be be better, no doubt about it, but it could be so much worse.
Find the things which make life great and be thankful for them...like whistling, and baby sloths.
Do you ever get the feeling that you're going as fast as you can, but not going anywhere? Last week I was so busy and this week I am once again hitting the ground running. So, if you're like me, with too much to do and not enough time to do it all in, let's kick it up to overdrive and get this show on the road.
OK, so I had originally been planning on doing a video from The Benny Hill Show, but I just couldn't find the right video to capture the mood I wanted...until I came across this one.
This week my son has to do a speech dressed as George Washington (working on the costume today and tomorrow), we have three little league games, I need to plan and shop for this week's menu (which involves the dreaded comparison pricing and couponing, then hitting various stores), and sadly my poor little Etsy shop gets pushed back in the list of things that need to be done.
Let's just say, for the fun of it, that I had the winning ticket in tonight's lottery. (Like you haven't thought about how sweet life would be if you won.) Look, I know my chances of winning. This is just a pipe dream. But just for the fun of it, let's say I did win.
To give you an idea of what my good life would be like, here are a few things I would love to spend some money on, if I had it.
In honor of the current round of Lotto Fever, I thought I'd add to the fervor just a bit. I'm sure there's not many out there who haven't thought what life would be like if they won the lottery. I own't lie, for me life would be SWEET! But until then, I work, and scrimp and cut coupons...and dream just a little about the good life.
I work for a major grocery store chain. I am a cashier and I have lots of interaction with all types of people. Since I'm in a beach community, I see many people who are still working for a living, those who are retired, and those who have done well enough for themselves to either not have to work anymore or who can afford to have a beach home and come here to unwind and relax.
Whatever their economic status or age, they all come through my line. And I ask them all if they brought their own grocery bags. Our company encourages folks to bring their their own bags by offering a 5 cent discount per bag. It could be a canvas bag, a homemade cotton bag, a recycled pet food bag, or even our plastic bags which they brought back to reuse.
Lots of folks do bring their own, and make sure to get their discount. I am one of those people myself. For one thing our bags are not as strong as they used to be and rip easily. My bags are more durable and can hold more. Plus, it's my money and I want to keep as much of it as I can, thank you very much.
You can be sure many don't care about a measly 5 cents, but it does add up and besides it's just a token way for the store to say, "Thank you for doing your part." Not long ago I had a couple come through my line. I asked them if they had any bags and the woman made a point of telling me how unhealthy recycled bags are because the liquids from the foods get on the bags. Her husband continued to bag their items and said it just wasn't worth it. Without even thinking or meaning to be insulting I smiled at the woman and chuckled and said, "Then you just wash them." Am I the only one who thinks that's just in-your-face obvious? What did people do before disposable diapers or paper towels and napkins?
I am currently collecting large pet food bags to make my own recycled grocery bags. I will definitely be using them when I do my shopping and may offer them in my shop, as well. I've seen many blogs, websites, and items for sale to know that many do care about the Earth and minimizing our damage done. But, this one instant reminded me that many people still don't "get it."
Do you get it? What shade of green are you? I'd love to hear what you are doing to reduce your carbon footprint.
Feeling a little down? Feeling defeated? Feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders today? Stop, take a breath, and remember all there is to be thankful for. Do you have a roof over your head? Do you have food to eat? Did you wake up today? It's up to you to decide if today is going to be a bad day, a good day, or a great day.
Need some motivation? Put your life in perspective. How would you deal with life if you were Nick Vujicic. Would you be thankful or would you feel sorry for yourself? It's a choice. So, what's it going to be? I chose to have a great day!
I've got big plans today; lots to do, so I need a song that's going to get me pumped up and ready to take on the world. Major house cleaning, major gardening plans. I'm psyched to finally get something green in my yard. Of course, most of my flowers will be in various shades of purple, except for the few that Little Man picked out, but that's ok, I guess. Yeah, it's going to be a great day. So let's crank up the volume, roll up our sleeves, and get this day (and this week) under way!
I guess this would be a good time to let you know that I am a huge P!nk! She is the baddest, toughest most talented rockin' chick out there. If this song doesn't get you pumped up, in my opinion, you don't have a pulse. (Oh, and definitely expect more videos and blog posts featuring P!ink.)
I've been debating with myself whether I wanted to go happy and lighthearted (Harry), or serious and talk about my issues with Hypothyroidism, and I decided Harry gets the featured spot this time. My health issues can wait for another time.
Harry and I have know each other since way back in 6th grade. This is pretty much the way I remember him, but change the serious military look on his face to a big ole' grin, and that's him. He always had a joke or some funny story to share. Time passed and we went our separate ways, but I never forgot him, and would look him up online to see if I could find him...and one day I did, on Myspace (remember myspace?). We chatted about old times and compared the journey of our lives, which turned out eerily similar. We also discovered that we had a lot in common. Within no time we were completing each others' sentences and singing the same song.
He's still got that wacky sense of humor, but there's so much more about him that I really dig. He'll do the dishes or laundry if it needs to be done, he works tirelessly 6 or 7 days a week and never complains, and he loves his parents and isn't embarrassed to say so. He would do anything for his kids, and someday they will all know just how much he loves them, as usually happens when kids have kids of their own.
He's a huge history buff, all kinds of history, you name it, he can can tell you all about it. He can hold his own in the kitchen (always a plus), and if he were to go on Jeopardy, dare I say I think he would do quite well. On more than one occasion he has come up with some obscure fact and I just look at him and ask , "How do you know that...and why?!"
He's a man who knows who is he, what he wants, and what he knows he has to do to get there. He is determined, and motivated. He is my rock. He keeps me going when I don't think I can, and he believes in me when I doubt myself. He is my biggest fan, and I am his.
I love living in Lower Slower Delaware. My mother has been down here 20ish years now and I've visited as often as I could, depending how far away I was living at the time. But now that I am here full-time I really appreciate the little things that make it special. When the nice weather comes back, so do the road-side stands. Local folks set up tables in front of their houses with various fruits, vegetables, flowers, and handmade crafts with a small sign and a bucket or some other small container for people to leave their money. I caught sight of this table this past weekend, after having a particularly bad day, so I had to stop. When I pulled up the gentleman came out of the house to help me out. For $3.50 I ended up with 5 large, bright red, best smelling tomatoes I could ask for. He totally made my day. (I've stopped at other spots where people just help themselves.)
Before moving down here we lived in a townhouse community on the edge of Philadelphia. Two summers ago I had a small garden in our tiny patch of dirt; basil, tomatoes, and peppers. It was so neat to watch the tomatoes grow and start to turn red, until the one day when I realized someone had stolen every tomato I had. Yup, gotta love that brotherly love. Needless to say, the next year I left that patch of dirt exactly the way it was.
Sorry, Philly, I am not missing you, not one bit. Can't wait for the roadside flowers to appear.
A friend asked me recently about the songs I choose for Monday Mojo. Sometimes a song will pop into my head, sometimes I will remember a song from way back that made me feel happy, and sometimes a situation will bring a specific song to mind. This is the case with today's Monday Mojo.
Not many of you know this, but my mother is 94 and sometimes she is not too happy with that fact. She has been blessed with relatively good health, but her body is letting her know that she is officially old and she doesn't like it. Some folks go with the flow and accept the aging process and some folks go kicking and screaming. I love my mother. She has been my rock, but now my rock is crumbling. If it weren't for my faith or the strength and grace of my best friend, Melanie, I wouldn't be mentally prepared for all of this.
Last night, after another not so great day, my husband looks to me and says, "Look on the bright side." And, of course, Monty Python popped into my head, and brought a smile to my gloomy day. So, enjoy you Monday, and Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.
It's Monday! The kids are back in school after having a week off, I am officially gainfully employed, and it's going to be a beautiful day today. I've got some organizing to do, planning on making some bread today, and hit the grocery store in a bit so I can take in the gorgeous day...Maybe I'll even go for a walk on the beach :) I hope your week is starting off just as well as mine. But, if not, maybe this will help. It always make me happy...
Here's a sweet reminder of days gone by while giving a little shout out to April Fools Day. Hope you all had a great weekend and have an even better week. If you have a special someone I hope this song brings a smile to your face, and if you don't, may you burst out laughing at all the crazy fools out there who got suckered in.
Back in 2007 I was teaching kindergarten and my pride and joy was in pre-school. After school was over I'd go pick him up and bring him back to my classroom while I cleaned up and prepared for the next day. He loved to write on the white board, as all kids do. One day, my 4 year old little genius called out to me to see what he wrote. Of course I had to take a picture.
It was indeed a proud momma moment for me. Every time I see that picture I go back to that day. He was so happy and I was bursting with love and pride. All parents think their children are wonderful. This was one of those times for me.
Surely you have many of those warm fuzzy feel good memories. I'd love to hear them. If you have a blog post about any of them, please share the link to your blog post below. It's ok to brag about your fabulous offspring. I do it all the time....Love that little guy!
Every day we wake up is another opportunity to have a great day. You made it through another day. You're here and you're alive! Now go out there and make the best of it...starting with this celebration of life!
Way back in January, when I was full of hope and motivation I sat down and wrote a blog post about setting goals. So today I thought would be a good day to revisit that post and do a little follow-up. You can see the original post here.
I posed some questions in that blog post; things to think about, so here are my answers:
What do I need to do that I'm not doing now? ~I need to go back to posting a daily to do list and physically check off each one when it is completed. I had started doing that in the beginning of this year, but let it lapse and my productivity, both at home and with my shop, has been affected. There are days that I plan on doing all sorts of great things, but then somehow they don't get done and I put them off for another day. That is a major waste of my time and effort. I know that, but I need to hold myself to being more accountable. ~I need to post shop quotas so I see the steps I need to take to reach my goals. Seeing a number of items I expect to make in a week or a month is so much more effective than saying I need to make more stuff.
What am I doing right and what do I need to work on? ~I am promoting and posting on various social media websites and I do have a blog, which I have posted on more this year than I have in the past two years combined. I continually work on becoming a better shop owner (audio books, trade journals, books, online research). And I haven't given up. I am still positive that I can do this and I will be successful. ~I need to work on learning new sewing skills and techniques so I can offer more items in my shop. I need to work on SEO (like so many others), and I need to find my niche. I think it's still out there waiting for me to figure it out. If I focus on the things that are important in my own life and find a way to express that in my work then I believe I will have found the key.
My Goals So, I had set some goals for myself, and the truth is I'm not really doing so well with, but in my defense, I'm not totally to blame. I have been spending a huge amount of time looking for a job, which has cut into my daytime sewing hours. The dilemma; sew and make stuff that might sell or find a job that will pay? Until I have a safety net to fall back on, the guaranteed money must come before the possibility of money. (I am happy to say, I did find a job and I will be starting next week. It is part time, so I will still have time to sew without feeling guilty.) I also have a mother who is 94 and has dementia. This is a rough time in our lives, and sometimes what I want to do just isn't nearly as important as I think it is. We moved here to be near her, so when she needs me, the sewing can wait. So, my first goal is to strive for a specific dollar amount per month that is doable for me at this time. And how did I do with that one? Let's just say, I'm still working on that one. Set a weekly quota of goods to make. I started out keeping up with this quite easily, but then I fell behind and then I lost my momentum. Getting back on the horse now. Blog three times a week Again I was right on target with that one, but when life gets you down, the last thing you want to do is bring them down with you. It's hard to write positive and uplifting blog posts when you don't feel so positive yourself. At least I did manage to keep up with my "Monday Mojo" blog posts. But, on the bright side, I am feeling better, and I have a bunch of blog posts just dying to be shared. Craft Fairs I absolutely want to do craft fairs. Love them and love meeting the people, but when you don't have the money for the table fee, they need to be put on hold. Hoping that changes soon.
So, why would I put myself out there and let you into my not-so-perfect world? Because, none of us are perfect. Life doesn't go the way we plan. Whether you believe in fate, Divine intervention, destiny, or letting the chips fall where they lie...the fact is we are all dealing with "stuff" that will keep us from our goals if we let them. You are my accountability partner. The next time I share an update about my goals I will have a better report for you. I am not done yet!
Ah, Spring! The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, time to put away the Winter clothes...I wish. In my neck of the woods it's barely above freezing right now. But, it IS Spring, nonetheless, and it's time for some Spring cleaning. Out with the old, in with the new. So, I've decided to have a Spring Cleaning Sale in my shop. 20% off overything! (bloglovin biz...<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/4641795/?claim=g6ddr93ybps">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>)
Yes, I can...have a sale :)
So, please come visit my shop, TheGoodOleDays for some great prices on cloth napkins, aprons, pillow covers, and more. The sale runs for one week only, from today, March 20th until 11pm March 28th. No discount code needed.
Ok, another Monday is upon us, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing. You are strong. You are a winner. You are ready to take on the world. Whether you are battling a crazy ex, the flu, the economic depression, or just the Monday Blahs, you will make it through. Why, because, you, my friend, are a survivor! PHXTC4TTZZP2
Oh the joy of children's t.v. If it wasn't for that bizarre kid's show, Yo Gabba Gabba! I never would have known who these guys are (I missed them on America's Got Talent). They have a flashy mtv-style video, but this one makes me instantly happy and ready to go. So let's get the day started with some "Thunder!"
There are some songs that just get to me. I absolutely love this song, and even though there are many wonderful versions, this one is my favorite. Man, Leonard Cohen is such an amazing songwriter, and I really do dig his voice, but to hear kd lang sing this just gives me chills. Her command of the stage, the emotion in her voice, and I love the fact that she came out barefoot! I could listen to, and watch, her sing this over and over, and to be honest, when I have gone through some tough times, I have, and I am again. So, today, Monday Mojo is brought to you by the phenomenal chanteuse, kd lang.
Now that we live in Lower Slower Delaware we get the occasional early morning phone call to let us know that school will have a one or two hour delay on account of fog. That was the case this morning, which made the boys very happy. So, with fog on my mind, here's a few things that came to mind that I thought I'd share...
It's Monday again, and for some of you that is welcome news, but for many of you, I'm sure you're wishing you're alarm clock had never gone off today. Back to the daily grind, back to school, back to the same ole' humdrum routine.
But, let me take you back, if I may, way back, to the days of crazy college parties, of togas, of mystery punch, of pushing your way to the front of the line to get to the keg, of madness and mayhem...back to Animal House! C'mon, fess up folks, I can't be the only one who remembers this song with hazy fondness...You know you make me want to...Shout!
I am an Etsy addict (I'll save pinterest for another post). So, I thought I'd share some of my favorites that I have come across either through directly searching, while browsing, in an Esty email, or shared from someone I'm now following. Any way I find them, they're all good and if I had a million dollars they'd all be marked as sold!
With so many favorites, it's nearly impossible to chose just a few to represent all the things I love about Etsy. I guess you just have to go see all my favorites for yourself. Which one is yours?
