Saturday, August 29, 2015

Time marches on

I know it's almost September already, but I was still surprised to all the Christmas items in the store at Hobby Lobby today!  It really got me in the holiday crafting mood.


I didn't buy any, but have enjoyed seeing the burlap everything in the store -- these rolls of  "ribbon" were on sale today.

My trip to Hobby Lobby was part of a day out with my husband: first a trip to the indoor pool to swim laps, then a late breakfast, then a thrift store, then the craft store, and lastly a stop at Dairy Queen before heading home to sit on the patio for a while.  The house still feels quiet and empty, but I'm feeling better than I was last week.  Thank you for all the kind comments and sympathy. Change can be hard.



I had a little fun at work this past week when I volunteered to help with our company's talent show, Broadmoor Night Live.  It was done as a take-off on Saturday Night Live, with similar skits between the various acts.  I have many talented coworkers!  Most of the acts were singers, but there were also 2 dancers and one stand-up comedienne.  It's so nice to work for a company that still takes the time to arrange these kinds of activities for employees.


I have been de-stashing all summer long, and also refraining from "junking"; I've missed my favorite hobby but I have SO. MUCH. STUFF that it's a little bit like shopping when I go through it and discover all kinds of things I've forgotten I had.  And I've purged a lot but still have more to go.  The other day when I was filling box number 8 or so, I pulled out a few things that I will be listing in my Etsy shop.  Like this cute Barbie doll clothes pattern.


Also, this really great Taylor & Ng, San Francisco penguin cookie jar that I'm finally able to part with.  It's from the 80's and I've owned and loved it since the 90's.  Now it's looking for a new home.

I'm not feeling especially motivated to work on my poor little abandoned Etsy shop -- not because I don't love it (I do) but just because my work week is so long that I'm just too tired most of the time!  But I would really like to get some of my Christmas kitsch sold before the holidays this year so I'm going to make an effort.

How about you?  How are your online sales going?  Any holiday crafting/sales plans?

In other news, I am no longer an Examiner.  That's right, after 5 years, Examiner.com fired me.  I haven't been writing more than one article a month for a while now and they want more active writers.  I didn't expect them to let me go like that, though, and I'm a little bit miffed that they sent me an email from their Legal Department informing me of this decision.  It's not going to break the bank, though -- I only earned ~$5 a month for the all those articles I wrote as Colorado Springs Antique and Thrift Shopping Examiner, which you can still read here -- at least until they take down my page.  Hmph.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

My empty nest

I knew it was coming, and so did you because I've been talking about it for months, haven't I?  On Thursday, my son left home to move into the dorms at his college.
I've been anticipating the change and I knew it would be hard, but the reality feels so much worse than what I thought it would be like.  I'm kind of surprised that I haven't heard a lot of talk about how awful this transition is from other moms who have already been through it.

Oh, there are a couple of articles on coping with your child leaving home on the Internet that have come my way, but, seriously, there should be whole books.  Remember What to Expect When You're Expecting?  There needs to be a book like that for this phase of life, too.  It could be called something like, What You Need to Know to Let Go and it could be filled with sage advice on things like how to stop listening for them to come home every night, and what to do with all the extra milk in the refrigerator.

There could be charts showing milestones and when to expect them -- like the first time you come across his favorite snack in the grocery aisle without tearing up, and that moment you actually feel happy to have the TV all to yourself.

There would need to be a whole chapter on ways to not be clingy/needy, including a checklist for not calling, emailing and/or texting your kid multiple times a day, with a chart that shows you just how long is long enough to wait to make that first, post dorm drop-off contact.

Such a book might even lay out a timeline for how long it might take to stop feeling so sad.  During week one, expect to feel your heart in your throat at the sight of your child's empty bedroom.  By the end of week three, your chest should feel less like it has been cut open and more like healing has begun.  Until this happens, avoid laying on your child's bed clutching his pillow as it could lead to more frequent bouts of sobbing and self-pity.

This is day four.  I think I have a long way to go!