and then…
gosh, i feel so bad about not blogging more lately…you miss me, right? i thought you did. i really missed the hell out of you.
so, at the boutique meeting, you know the one that i made an APPOINTMENT for 3 weeks prior, ended up being on the day they were having an open house for people who like cheesy expensive poo. whatever, let me point out that they picked the date of the meeting, and appeared to have forgotten that i was coming at all. okey doke. so i waited 40 minutes, while being trapped in the midst of the country club women, my favorite sort of people, and even though i was dressed professionally, i was gawked at. i love that so much. i laid out the scarves, paced back and forth, went outside and vented to my husband, waited some more, and then once she came back, she walked away in the middle of speaking to me to deal with a customer. “i have a lot going on today…do you want to do this another time?” i ask…oh no no, just a minute. or 40. and anyone who knows me, knows that i don’t appreciate my time to be wasted. it really pisses me off. 5 minutes is one thing…and since i have been doing my own thing, i am more busy than i was before, just a bunch of stuff that i could or should be doing. they didn’t want almost half of what i made, but what was sold got a decent amount. i made 6 different breast cancer scarves, the yarn was almost identical in color, but different actual types, to mix things up a skidge, although now i realize that those sorts of ladies don’t want to be different. at all. anyway, she only liked 3 out of those, so i need to try to sell them on etsy. argh! they want two dozen of the breast cancer ones, and that works out to a decent lump of cash. i have a month to get them done, which is fine, because it only takes me maybe an hour to do a scarf and fringe.
i sold a baby hat, which is cool and have more to take up to descendents. i just wanted to have tags to put on them. i may just do a tag with the lettering on pretty paper and nice string and the phone number for now.
the people that i had hoped would do my website are too busy to do it, but recommended a guy from ny, who has an amazingly good deal, including art and a business card and webhosting. very nice. i am waiting to hear back.
i talked to my mom who was psycho because they need to do some things to pass the home inspection and being that she hasn’t had a job since singing in a nightclub in college, she doesn’t handle, uml, anything well, and is a drama queen to boot. the tone she spoke to me in with “fucking” preceding every word reminded me of how she was when i was kid, what i always that was the real her. i am still not sure what is. is it the you that comes out when you are stressed? we have to drive her car to iowa and then fly back, so it will be a really nice vacation to drive 12 hours away with my husband, or rather he will drive whilst i sleeo, get there, fly back…how fun! she probably wants us to help unpack. nope. maybe i am a bad person. and when she is in that mood, i can’t be around her. i cannnot do it. when i was a kid, i had no escape, no one to protect me from her. now, i do. and i can’t submit myself to that ever again. not my cross to bear.
i got some good vintage pillowcases at the thrift store and some really great vintage note cards and notepads, which i may be listing on my website once i get it up…any opinions on that and the vintage aprons and clothes?
i am getting super tired, i know i complain all the time, but my lupus makes sure i know she is there, i just get so exhausted. too tired to do anything at all. not even get through alden amos’ book. i am trying though. it is really funny and packed full of spinning info and then some. ok…sleepy time…
i will blog early to-morrow.
i love you…
n.