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cue the drama

I just had a run in with a woman in a group discount sale. I did not see her claim of an item and someone else claimed it and I sold the item to the second woman.
Cue the drama.
And I’m over here like:

Here’s the thing. It’s a discount sale, it’s chaos. Stuff gets missed. I apologized to her and moved on…and then it started:

I apologized. It was an honest mistake.
Am I sorry? No.
But I apologized because it’s the right thing to do.

And then the woman became a full on child.

“Because I’m angry”!?!
You know who functions from anger? Toddlers. But only because they don’t have the reasoning skills required to deal with anger and see the actual situation all at once. (I’m in no way disrespecting toddlers.)
So because she’s mad, me apologizing for a simple and honest mistake isn’t good enough because: “I really wanted this one”.
Um…truthfully, I don’t even know what to say about that.
But in my experience, even toddlers know this can only get them so far.

The other woman can see all this and sends me a message about letting the item go.
I shut that right down! I will not have her bullied into giving up the item she’s already paid for. This other chick can get over herself.

But the woman continues to tag me in her vitriolic comments. So I ask the group of consultants if anyone has had trouble with this woman. The group administrator gets fired up after reading all the comments and decides to respond to her. She was fed up with the nasties and wanted to shut the woman right down. She then blocked the woman from being able to post in the group for seven days.

That’s not the language I would have used.
But perhaps it’s one of those fight fire with fire situations…? If one is behaving that way, they’ll only understand being spoken to in the same manner?
I don’t know.

But here’s my take away:
I treat other people with kindness and respect.
I’m fallible. I accept and acknowledge that.
I’m not a seventh grader, and I don’t like drama. What that woman fails to realize is that she’s the only one who’s worked up and angry.
I’m over here wishing her well.

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fun with lularoe

I Lula(ed) my ass off for two days straight! Four big boxes of merch came Thursday and Friday and I spent yesterday photographing and hanging it up. (Heading back down this morning to finish the job.)
I only pulled two pieces to keep for myself. Of course I chose the Sarah, a duster length cardigan that has the highest retail price of the entire line. But one of them is a duplicate so that’s kind of OK. And more importantly, if I’m wearing the merch, I look adorable and I feel comfy and that, my dears, is the best possible advertising!

What I love about lula is that you can integrate it into your daily wardrobe by mixing and matching with pieces you already have.
I wear my own sweaters over my lula all the time. Sweaters from Target and Old Navy. I pair tops, and even the Julia dress as a tunic with jeans. Leggings are fun with regular tees or button downs and sweaters. You can make it yours in so many different ways!

I created some seriously cute outfits I’d like to share with you. Some of the lula is mine I mixed with items in my store. The jeans and button down are obviously mine and all the funky jewelry is mine. For shoes, I’m imagining anything from boots to flats, chunky heeled mary janes to low top Converse.

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I already own the Azure skirt in this photo, the top is a duplicate Irma. That Sarah sings an aria to me! It might move from the rack in my store to my personal closet.

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This is a Julia dress paired with a Sarah. I love the colors in this outfit…unfortunately it’s not in my size.

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I can’t even with this one! How cute is this, all pink and floral? Interestingly enough, I’d probably not wear it, but I think it’s precious! Cassie skirt and Irma tunic with a Joy to complete the look.

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I like the colors in this Sarah. It’s shown with an Irma tunic and leggings.

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It’s a bit “red white and blue”, but I like it. This Sarah is easy to add to things I already own and wear pretty regularly. And it would make a great Opening Day outfit at Nats Park come April!

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This Carly is mine. And I mean mine mine mine!! I coveted this dress for quite a while before I bought it from another consultant. I’m dying to wear it with my own brown sweater and tights and boots now, but won’t it be cute with bare legs and little ballet flats in the Spring? The Sarah will stay in my shop.
LuLaRoe has just started using brown in their fabrics. It’s about freaking time!

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This is a Julia dress with a Cassie skirt over it topped off by a Sarah cardigan. I designed it for a customer of mine. She loved it!

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I’m not the biggest fan of a maxi skirt, but the one Lula makes is actually quite nice. This is a very colorful combination that struck me as just good fun. Classic T with the Maxi and Sarah, the purple are leggings I used for color as a scarf.

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I love this one!
Classic T that already hangs in my closet, my jeans and a Cassie skirt as scarf topped with a Sarah. This Sarah is a duplicate, so moving it to my personal closet won’t make too much difference. I still haven’t decided if I can or cannot live without it. Stay tuned!

When I was a little girl, I loved to play with Barbie dolls. The ‘Great Barbie Controversy’ really frustrates me. Any parent who hands their child (girl or boy) a Barbie without conversation isn’t fit to be a parent in my opinion!
To me, Barbie was never some unattainable body goal. She was a dress up doll! I loved to dress her up in all her beautiful clothes and shoes. And those special moments when my mom would get her 1950s and 1960s Barbies out of the attic for me to play with were like Christmas!! Those Barbies had lace undergarments and pretty little gloves! They were SO much fancier than my 1970s and 1980s Barbies.
I’ve always loved clothes. Went through a phase (most of my life) in which I had no real style, but it didn’t stop me loving clothes!
For me LuLaRoe is kind of like playing dress up all over again. Only now I have a headless dress dummy instead of Barbie dolls.
I love putting clothes together in new and different ways. I’m a total clothes whore.
As I’ve gotten older, I’m letting go of those “mustn’ts” and “shouldn’ts” when it comes to clothes. I’m mixing and matching in ways that are artistic and comfortable, and I absolutely love it!
Though one mustn’t I strictly abide is ‘no white after Labor Day’…Southern girls know that intrinsically. I love the way it looks when someone pairs white jeans with something cute in the fall or winter, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Anyway, it’s about time for me to go Lula! Y’all have a great day!

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expectations or “I’m a big tough girl, I tie my own sandals and everything”

I guess it’s that time of year, but I also believe it’s so much more than that too. I believe the universe is speaking to me and I need to take some serious heed.
I’m talking about expectations.

YBW and I had a conversation Sunday about expectations. I got an email this morning from a friend about expectations for his life in the coming year. My last visit to my therapist was a conversation about expectations.
This little red haired girl has been considering expectations for as long as I can remember. But at this time, I think it’s all about my own expectations.

My brain edema really put certain things into perspective for me. I was forced to make life changes I’d been toying with. I was forced to slow my pace. I was forced to slow my compulsion to control everything.
Those were actually quite positive!
Only it left me without any real direction. And for a girl with the desperate need to control what goes on around her, that was worst possible situation in which to be.
I floundered.

But later…
I started my lula business.
I started a new part time job with the county schools. I was offered a second part time position based on my skill set and how much I’m appreciated by the administration.
I began writing more.
I even got my ass in gear when it came to my degree program.

What are my expectations for how I’ll earn money?
I’m working at prioritizing these things. I’m considering how to move forward with some but not all of these things.
YBW is talking more and more about how great I am with children. How happy I seem when I’m talking with and working with children. He’s always impressed when children come up to me in Wegmans or Target and start talking to me, “You’re at my school!” “I see you at lunch!” “You’re in the classroom now.”
YBW remarks how much impact I have on these children simply by being in the same building with them each day.
He’s got a point. All I ever wanted to do was be a mommy and a teacher.

Which brings me to my expectations for how I can be a mom to far away children and children that aren’t really mine.
This is the thing that is killing me every single day. Sometimes softly and silently, sometimes with a Rebel Yell and the cries of the dying.
I’m not exactly sure how to write about this…but mostly I’m thinking this is for journaling and not for blogging.

Expectations for marriage are tricky.
I have nothing really to base them on. But I know what I want and what I don’t want. Mostly I want to be on the same page as YBW. I’ve struggled with the feeling that while we’re in the same book, we may not in the same chapter. I suspect that is my perception, more than anything. But it is a nagging feeling I can’t seem to shake. So through conversations, some simple, some fairly painful, we talk about where we are. Where we want to be. How we might get there.
We charged each other to get very clear about our expectations. We set a date to come together with these clear expectations and compare.

I’ve spent my life worrying about other people’s expectations of me. Some of these were so ridiculously out of reach I’ve felt a failure for most of my adult life. But I developed a few of my own, and guess what? I met them. Know why? Because they were realistic and I am capable.
My most accomplished expectations are for the way I was (and continue to be) a mom. I look at those girls, as flawed as they are (because, let’s be real, who isn’t?), and I know I met my expectations for being their mom. I taught them how to love, how to fail, how to be successful. I taught them sarcasm and that it’s perfectly acceptable to express yourself. I taught them to fight for what they believe in. I taught them that I’ll have their back. I taught them that even the most overbearing mothers can learn from their children. But for me, the most important expectation of all was that I got joy from being a mom. Those girls have given me so much joy and I embraced it and lived in it!
I am a better mom than my mom was. I’ve met most all of my expectation I had of myself when it came to being a mom.
And for the most part, they’ve met my expectations for them. They’re smart. They’re capable. They have compassion. They love fiercely. They have goals. They experience the good and bad and have the skills to come out the other side more aware.
Honestly, what more could I ask for?

Now I’m going to create new expectations for myself.
It frightens me to ask the question, “What do I want?” and to actually answer it.
But I’ve got this!
Like Megara, I’m a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.
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how I’ll roe in Charleston

I’m leaving straight after school today to drive to Charleston.
Thanksgiving with my friend and mentor, Jessica. And I’ll even get to see my Charleston family too! Looking forward to snuggles with my niece!

I’m going to “roe” my way through this trip. For those of you that don’t know what that means, allow me to tell you. If you wear lula clothes, it means you’re “roe-ing”. There is even a hashtag for it: #howiroe
The beauty of lularoe is that you can roll them up and pack them in your bag and when you get to your destination, boom! Unroll and hang.
No wrinkles!
It was made for me. I don’t super love to iron. That’s YBW’s gig and since he’s not traveling with me this trip, I’ve got to take full advantage of my mad rolling and packing skills.

I’ve laid out LuLaRoe items mixed and matched with my regular clothes.
I’ve taken photos to share with you. Now, if I wasn’t trying to get packed to get out of town, I would have taken the photos on my mannequin…but I’m trying to get everything done and get out of here to get to school on time then hit the road.
So you’ll just have to have these photos of them waiting to be rolled up and packed.

This is a Carly dress with a sweater I already had. Thing 2 and I put this outfit together when she was here last week.
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This is leggings with a tee and sweater I already owned. I’ve worn these leggings with a soft gray sweater too.
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This is a Julia dress with scarf I already had. This dress was one I waffled back and forth about keeping when the last box of lula merch arrived. But when paired with this scarf (and a sweater already in my wardrobe) I knew I had to keep it.
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The gray item is an Azure skirt. A knee length a-line skirt that twirls when you spin. (Yeah, I twirl! No shame in my game.) I’ve paired it with a mustard sweater, white shirt and a scarf I bought several autumns ago at…Anthropologie, if memory serves.
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These cat leggings make me so freaking happy I can hardly express it! I’ll wear them with a black Irma top and a long taupe-y sweater. That silver thing was the bowl of a serving spoon before it became a pendant. Got it when we were in Savannah last month. I’m wearing it on a ribbon that matches the kitty collars.
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Everything I’ve packed can be worn with one pair of brown boots…except those kitty leggings…gotta pack black boots for those. Or maybe a pair of low-top Chuck Taylors…I haven’t decided yet.

I’ve packed jeans and tops and sweaters too. Jeans are cute with Randys (the lula “baseball tee”) and Julia dresses as tunics. I didn’t plan that with enough notice to shoot a photo of it for you.
Anyway, here’s my packed bag.
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Peace out, y’all!

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rain delay

Rain delays at Nationals Park rarely bode well for my team. They don’t like not being able to get out there when they’re ready…
I think adrenaline changes from fuel to poison in their bodies when they have to wait.
Rain delays make everybody sad.

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This is what it looked like when we got to the ballpark last night.
OK. Cool. We’ve got this.
We knew it was raining.
We knew the possiblity existed that we’d be dealyed. In fact, we sat at home debating whether or not to even go. But, YBW wanted the ‘Election Night’ give away, so we decided to brave the rain.
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My husband is a curious beast…but I adore him!

As we sat (undercover) and watched the rain come down, I suggested we wait till 8:00 and make a decision then.
I was rocking my lularoe leggings with my “Respect the (curly) W” tee and my Werth jersey. I didn’t wear my Zim jersey because he wasn’t playing last night. YBW teased me that just wanted to wear my red jersey because he and Thing C were wearing their white jerseys and I just wanted to be different.
Um…no, dude. Sometimes I just need to rep the Hobo!
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Of course, by the time 8:00 came around, I’d just gotten a beer…I mean I had to finish it, right? And, only a moment later, it was announced that play would begin at 8:45. We decided to stay put!

The crew came out to fold up the tarp.
OK! Let’s do this!
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This job fascinates me…but I’m glad it’s not my job. Those guys work their booties off!
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Well, as it turns out…the rain never really stopped, it just became a fine mist and the wind picked up. So damp clothes and breezy conditions make for chilly baseball fans. The score was 4-1 in the Marlins favor and we were pretty much done.
We gave up just in time to miss Rendon hit a dinger and then Stephen Drew follow him with another one to tie the score.
Miami ended up winning 7-4.
I’m telling you, rain delays don’t bode well for my Washington Nationals.
It’s OK though, we’re the NL East champions! We’re going to play (and beat) the Dodgers to get to the Cubs (that’ll be a miracle, but we’re due one) to then get to the World Series. At least, that’s the plan. The Dodgers will be tough for us…we only beat them once in six games this season.
But I’ve got my #Natitude so I say, “Bring it!”

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whole lotta lula and one perfect plaid pumpkin

I lula(ed) for the last three days straight. #wholelottalula
Friday night was a swap with four other consultants. Gave us a chance to freshen up our inventory and meet new people while we were at it. While all the women were nice enough, I especially liked one. It’ll be interesting to see if this new friendship develops. #lularoefriends
Saturday I photographed all the new merch. And today I returned as much to the racks as humanly possible.
When I finally loaded all the photos to my fb group page, let me tell you, the ladies were waiting like vultures! #lularoeobsessed
The new Carly dress has people absolutely salivating.
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Sold seven items just by posting photos of new inventory. And not everything that sold was new. It pays to create hype…I don’t feel like I’m adept at that…but I’m learning. And finding that it’s kind of fun.
I created several adorable outfits that can only be purchased as a whole. That Randy (the baseball tee) makes me swoon. Too bad it’s not in my size.
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Even went into the closet under the stairs to get props for an upcoming ‘holiday’ themed outfit and asked the question, “Any of you witches missing your hat?” #withesoflularoe
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I finally quit working today when I realize it was nearly 6:00 and I hadn’t eaten since 9:00 this morning.
We ran to the bookshop to capitalize on a special extra 20% off for members that expired today. (Members already get 20% off so this was an additional 20% for a total of 40% off my entire purchase.) I ended up finding everyone’s Christmas Eve book…well, everyone but YBW. But I have time…and I was famished!
We ran to Target for a couple things and I went absolutely mad over this plaid pumpkin!
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I mean, seriously. That pumpkin was made for me. #preppygirl
I’m ready for Autumn, y’all. Bring on the pumpkins. Bring on the leaves. Bring on the cool crisp air. Bring on the sweaters and jeans (and leggings) and boots. #falliswhereitsat

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PSA: don’t text and drive

Yesterday was strange.
I mean, it started off normal enough. Checking email, sending out invoices for lula, fine tuning my new music mix. Thing C had a phone interview for a writing internship at a proper magazine, so we talked about that. We talked about a girl too, he was under the impression she likes him, but she’s hard to nail down. She does work two jobs, but she’s got fingers, she could dial or text. He says he’s fine either way, but if she’s just not that into him, he’d rather she tell him than stringing him along.
I say: Girls are weird.
He nods
Then I say: Do you want me to stab her with my icepick?
He laughs, thanks me, and declines my generous offer.
We watch a little Olympic rugby before I have to leave.
I have a doctor’s appointment, with a doctor I’ve loved for over twenty years. I’m in and out quickly with little fuss.
Then on my way to meet with my favorite lularoe consultant for a little bit of inventory swapping. She and I talk a lot about inventory as we switch out items from each other’s inventory. I leave with two big blue IKEA bags bursting with “new” clothes.
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I’ll be photographing and hanging them all day tomorrow.

I know what you’re thinking…None of that seems strange. (With the possible exception of me offering to stab a young woman with an icepick.)
Yeah, you’re right…but wait for it. The strange is coming…
I’m driving home through the crazy back roads between Loudoun and Prince William counties and end up at the excruciatingly long light at Lee Highway and Sudley Road, right slap in the middle of Manassas Battlefield. I’m sitting at the light behind one of those big utility trucks, on the phone with Thing 2 and suddenly, BAM!
I look up into the rearview in time to see and older man look up from his lap to see what he just ran into. (Um, that would be me.) Then…oh yeah, it gets better…than he hits me again before he can figure out which is the brake and which is the gas. Finally he puts it into reverse.
I am LIVID! I mean breathing fire livid! That bastard rolls down his window and waves at me. And that’s when I began to curse.
No damage to the car, and I honestly don’t have the energy to get into it with this guy. Let’s just say he’s lucky I didn’t have my icepick in the car.
Over all I’m fine, just really sore.

Consider this my PSA (sans guitar)
Don’t text while you’re driving. Even if you’re rolling to a stop light. Keep your eyes on the road. That’s just common sense, people.
And to the man who hit me, learn your pedals! The long skinny one on the right is for going, the wide one on the left is for stopping.
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You’re a dick.

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Robynbird thoughts

The painters are here again this morning. They’re Spanish speaking and the foreman has a little radio on his belt while he paints my front door. The morning DJs are speaking Spanish but they just played Will Smith’s Men in Black. It made me giggle.
That movie came out the summer Thing 2 was born. My precious sister in law had Thing 1 with her while Thing 2 was born. They came to the hospital to visit and Thing 1 sang the Men in Black song to me. It was the first time I heard it. And though I’ve seen (and loved) the movie, I always think of that moment in the hospital when my three year old blonde pigtailed girl sang me a song to cover her sadness that she couldn’t hold her baby sister because she was in the NICU.

I had plans to go the farmer’s market this morning with my neighbor, but I can’t leave the guy kneeling in the doorway painting the front door. So we wait…and perhaps a farmer’s market trip turns into afternoon cocktails when her kids wake from their naps. They’ll paddle in the baby pools on their back deck while they’re mommy and I enjoy champagne cocktails.

The lula launch was a success! So many ladies in our basement going through and trying on clothes for about three hours. It was a fun estrogen fueled evening. When the trying on of clothes went on too long in the bedroom, there were flashes of undies and bras as they decided not to care and just began trying on clothes where they stood. Reminded me of high school.
There was a great deal of “Oh girl, YES!” and “You NEED that!” and “Your ass is perfection in that skirt.” as encouragement. We offered opinions and compliments and ideas for new and different outfits. I had a ball!
AND I had great sales, booked one online party and had one friend ask questions about becoming a consultant.
Overall I’d say it was a success!

I interviewed for a job at one of the local elementary schools yesterday, it’s a part time position as a “cafeteria hostess” this means I get to spend four hours a day with young children without the rigors and responsibilities of running a classroom. The AP and I got on beautifully, she was impressed with my passion and experience for early childhood education. I was impressed that she feels so strongly about learning through play. It felt right. I want it to be my new school family.
I was offered a position at my old, old preschool. Three days a week in the classroom I originated. I met with the director, liked her, and put a great deal of thought into the offer.
But that was telling. I put thought into the offer, but I felt nothing. I didn’t know it in my gut. I had to think about it. And that means it’s not right for me.
Of course I never considered the practical things: The ridiculous commute. The tiny salary.
I just waited for my gut to know. And because it never did, I’m going to turn down the offer. This will create sadness at the school, especially for the individuals who suggested I “come home” in the first place. But if I’m not true to me, how can I give those children and their families what they need?

I’m thinking of a line from Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity:
“I’ve been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.”
I always trust my gut.
My gut does not have “shit for brains”.
When my brain tries to logic and my heart simply feels, my gut tells them to get it together and makes clear the right choice.
I trust that.

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The lularoe launch!

Tonight is the big night!!
My lularoe launch party!
A “sip and shop”.
Wine, nibbles, and so many adorable clothes!

I’m ready to kick off this new enterprise!

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Lindsay cardigans and three dress styles: Julia, Nicole, and Amelia

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OS (one size) and TC (tall and curvy) leggings

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Cassie skirts and outfits designed by me.

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outfits designed by me and Azure skirts.

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Randy (baseball tees) and Perfect T.

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Irma tunic.

I’m so excited!
I’m such a clothes whore.
Wish me bonne chance!

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LuLaRobynbird

Well, my LuLaRoe obsession is ever growing! I’ve got more dresses and now I’m falling in love with the “Randy”. (a baseball tee)
I’m awaiting two packages in the mail as I write this.
If it’ll ever warm up, I could wear my adorable dresses…

This is the one I’ve decided to wear to Thing 1’s wedding later this month.
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It’s a Julia. I can’t decide which necklace I’m going to wear…thoughts?

I’ve sent in my paperwork and I’m currently waiting in the queue to be “onboarded” I’m getting prepped here at home for the boxes of clothes to come.
It’s a fairly long wait, but I’m neither losing my patience nor my enthusiasm. I’m just as excited now as I was the moment I decided this was the path I wanted to take.

Sundance was here Saturday providing feedback about my ideas of how to utilze the space I’ve set aside to run my business.
She’s also going to be my social media guru. Because she rocks!

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this excited about a “project” and this one’s going to be a doozy!

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