








The woman who sold it to me was kind, like so nice I wanted to her to adopt me. Her name was Loretta and she had the beauty of an artist. You know what I mean. Beautiful olive skin, thick hair that looked like it never had a bad day, eyes with light beaming out of them (like she knew more then the rest of us) and a certain humility that made me want to learn something from her.
“I know I have the key somewhere,” she said, pointing to the lock on the hope chest.
Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about the lock, but Loretta took my name and number and promised to give me a call when she found the key.
What Loretta didn’t know was most things I purchase at yard sales I bring home, clean up and resale on EBay or Craig’s List. I was certain the hope chest would be sold by the end of the weekend for $100.00.
But there was something so lovely about the hope chest and I wanted to keep it. Still, ambitious and curious as I am, I put it on Craig’s List. I received numerous inquiries, but never called anyone back.
A week later I received a call from Loretta. She’d found the key.
I drove out to her house and this is what she handed me; the key, the original booklet and the original tag.
Seriously, who’s this organized? Who keeps this stuff? Obviously beautiful, artistic, nice people with shiny eyes.
I gave Loretta a hug and knew I would keep the hope chest; I just wasn’t sure where I would put it.
Loretta told me her garage was full of items left over from the yard sale.
“I’m going to donate all this stuff, so take what you want,” she said as she opened her garage. Heaven!
It was so much fun looking through all her stuff, but to my surprise she had something special saved for me.
It was a dresser full of broken china, tile, rystals and trinkets.
“This is my box of mosaics. I've made all sort of beautiful stuff,” she said. “I can’t keep them because I’m moving out of state and have no room to take them with me. All these pieces I have some sentimental value to me. I want you to have them.”
I did take Loretta’s dresser full of mosaic pieces, but I had someone special in mind to give them to.
This is Rachel.
She’s a beautiful girl in my church who I greatly admire. I always see her serving her family. With a single mother and 5 younger brothers, it’s easy to see why. Here she is pictured with her mom.
Rachel also has an artist’s beauty and I felt impressed to offer Loretta’s mosaic’s to her. I can’t wait to see what she creates.
Like when I did the laundry today. I had every intention of hanging everything up, you know, fresh out of the dryer, but there the counselor’s shirts lay on the laundry table, all curled up in cotton-wrinkled balls. Sorry, babe.
At dinner, my intention turned into an excuse like “I meant to make a healthy dinner, but we ordered pizza instead.”
I wake up, certain to make time for yoga. I’m determined, but so is my two-year old initiating potty training. I chase him around the house with his potty chair and a clean pair of underwear. That counts as a work-out, doesn’t it?
Everyone understands I have the best of intentions. Everyone is patient. Everyone expect for me.
So when Kelly and I sponsored The My Dear Trash Earth Day Book Drive, I had every intention of making it sparkle.
It was going to be huge, like firecrackers on the 4th of July.
I dream big and don’t apologize for it.
I made contacts with amazing people at Changing Hands and Bookmans. I loved the recipients over at the Friend of the Phoenix Public Library. What great people. What great things they do in our community.
I was going to contact local and national authors, network in the community with schools and bookstores and get on the local evening news.
For Earth Day, I wanted to do it all. I would do it all
But, sometimes the best of intentions get booted for something more important.
Like a perfect healthy baby girl.
Earth Day came and went. In the garage sit the books I wanted to donate for the book drive. I had every intention to get to Changing Hands, but …
I felt awful.
I received an email today from Alexis at the Friends of the Phoenix Public Library.
Her message felt like a hug.
She sent over the numbers.
The My Dear Trash Earth Day Book Drive collected 800 books.
Excuse me? Really. That’s pretty cool.
It just goes to show; when your heart is in the right place everything works out.
Thank you for all who contributed, who donated and who had the best of intentions to do something special on Earth Day. Let’s do it again next year.
The last few days I’ve opened my manuscript only to have it stare me in the face with a blank expression.
EBay is the same way. I've had a difficult time just making out the descriptions.
As pictured below, working on EBay is somewhere in the middle of a comedy and a tragedy.
I still managed to relist 60 things last week. Keep in mind, re-lists are items that didn't sell the first week I posted them. I re-listed them from .99 cents to $2.99.
Let's see what happened.
These darling Gap Size 4 White Cropped Denim Jeans didn't sale last week for $6.99. I re-listed them at $2.99 and the sold for $20.00.
This Venezia Plus Size 20 Black Slimming Dress sold for $13.26. Sweet.
I normally don't sell tank tops, as they aren't very expensive to purchase new, but this is an Ann Taylor XL Tank Top. I re-listed it for .99 cents and it sold for $12.00. Wow!
I re-listed this Old Navy Large Black Halter Dress for .99 cents and it sold for $7.51. It's perfect for summer.
I was surprised when this Old Navy Maternity Denim Skirt didn't sell for $6.99. I re-listed it and it sold for $10.50.
These Banana Republic Size 12 Cropped Black Ryan pants sold for $11.50.
This weekend was hilarious in many ways, partly because I'm exhausted and partly because I’m a nursing factory.
Thanks to my nurse cover, I’m as mobile as ever; however I only have one hand to do things with.
I kept a list of all the things I did this weekend while nursing
I made scrambled eggs.
I chased a chicken out of my yard back into my neighbors.
I walked to the pasture to make sure the chicken made it back alive.
Chased a bird that flew into our house back outside (yes I meant a bird, not a chicken. The feather's are the proof of that fun experience).
I put on Payson’s tie (not to impressive because it was a clip-on).
Followed Reef while he tried to find the chicken.
Sweet talked Reef home, put him in his high chair and feed him scrambled eggs (not from the chicken or the bird).
Picked lemons.
Walked to my mom’s house down the street.
Made and mixed the oatmeal topping to an apple crisp and it baked up perfect (I’ve had it for every meal since yesterday morning).
Brushed my teeth.
Ate lunch (delicious apple crisp) with the counselor.
Today I’m not so tired.
Today I feel somewhat creative and will open my manuscript again. I hope it doesn't stick its tongue out at me.
And how is Princess Peanut?
After four babies, I finally learned how to wrap a baby up like a peanut.
Doesn’t she look content?
Somewhat?
My little princess peanut is my bosom buddy, literally. I wonder what I’ll accomplish today while nursing?
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