Okay, I may be a teensy bit partial.
But still...how sweet is this photo?!
I know I have told you that my eight wonderful grand-babes all have a cousin within months of them.
And that makes for some pretty precious moments, like this one.
You remember these two, right? They've been hangin' out since...way back when...
Oh my. Time flies.
My camera caught these two cousins taking a little stroll with one of the Daddy's on Saturday, as we were all gathered at T-Ball game.
It makes my heart spill over.
Thanks so very much for all of the valuable input on my truck restoration....the colorway for the reupholstering of the bench seat in particular.(Some of you agreed with the coral, some with the teal, and some of you even added the option of both accent colors!)
I have made a decision!
After much deliberation, I have decided to go with the simple midnight blue and white, without a third color for accent.
And I am completely happy and content with that decision!
While a little slice of my heart wants the pop of color (coral or teal) the (all be it tiny) portion of my brain knows that I am fickle, and I love change, so, going without a definite accent color allows for versatility at the car shows. (and if I am renting my truck for photo shoots and events such as weddings and parties.) This way I can go with pops of coral or teal as I wish, and also go with red for those patriotic times, like the 4th of July, which I am also quite partial to decorating things with. (Jeni, you pretty much sealed the deal for me!)
As for my business logo on the door, I realized after reading your two cents that a permanent painted door would be sweet, but incredibly limiting. After pondering your wise comments, I remembered that I have seen fabulous old trucks with wooden painted signs on the wooden side rails, and so that is what I will do. it will be easily removable, (just un-do a few screws) and I can have my cake and eat it too! Here is an example of the look with a doctored up photo of my last truck (since Old Blue doesn't currently have wooden side rails)
I think..no, I know that I am going to be over the moon with Old Blue when he comes home in a few weeks, and I will be sure to share pictures.
Thanks again for all of the input and ideas.
I shared a while back that my Rock and Rolly Buddy had helped me find a 1952 Chevy Pickup.
(It's my dream car.)
It has been sitting, oh-so-patiently, waiting for me to get the time (and the funds) to do a bit of maintenence, and beutify-ing on it. You know, stuff like getting the gas gauge and the heater to work.
And making the lights on the dashboard light up.
And changing the wipers from being vacuum powered to electric.
(With the amount of rain we get here, that was a gotta-do item on my list.)
We heard about a cool classic car parts store in Portland, and so we took a trip on over there one weekend. I bought a couple of new windows, and a sweet side mirror. (Side mirrors weren't stock items back in the 50's if you can beleive that.)
I ordered a replacement chrome rear bumper to complete the look I was after.
While we were wondering around the parts store, we found a fabulous original hood ornament.
(I knew I needed that too.)
Once I had the parts all saved up, bought and paid for, Old Blue sat a bit longer, while we searched for the right person (or place) to do the work.
That takes a lot of phone calls, and talking to other old car buffs, and looking online.
We ended up choosing a place just over the bridge, near the airport, called Carolina Kustoms. We liked their website. We called and talked to Lonnie. We liked him too.
We took Old Blue down to the shop.
Incredibly cool classic cars and rods in all stages of restoration, and the guys working there are covered in elaboarte body art. It was like something straight out of the Gas Monkey Garage on Fast and Loud on the Discovery Channel.
I knew right then that we had picked the right place.
Since Old Blue will be down there for a few weeks, I started looking into a few other things I want to change up, to make her more...me. I am going to get her seats reupholstered, and here is where I would love to hear your thoughts. I am picturing the bench seat done up in a navy blue, with white up across the top of the back, rather like this....
...and for an added custom touch, I am leaning towards a skinny, coral colored piping line between the white and navy blue.
(Doesn't that sound fun, and girly, and unexpected?)
My Rocker Man thinks navy with teal would be better. Here are the two colorways. Do prefer one over the other, or simply navy blue and white? What do you think?
One more thing I am also debating about is re-doing my "A Cottage Industry" Logo to be white lettering with a ribbon-like coral (or teal) colored banner cascading across it, and putting that on the doors. (Am I making sense here?)
I love old trucks with logos on them....
Do you think my logo on the doors is a good idea, or do you prefer a plain door? I'd really, truly love your thoughts on this!
Well over a year ago we moved our dining room from the small room off the right end of the kitchen to the room on the opposite side of the kitchen, which was formerly the family room.
Little by little, the new dining room has morphed into a very charming room. We added a beautiful crystal chandelier, then the ginormous buffet came along about eight months ago, and finally, about 4 months later, I convinced my Rock and Roll guy to move my antique secretary from the entryway to the dining room.
He was a good sport about that.
Still, something was off. It was the incredibly heavy, dark oak barrel-shaped colonial counter stools. (In my mind, anyway. Ralph on the other hand, is rather fond of them.)
Last week I spied the most spectacular slipcovered stools in a booth at Camas Antiques, just kiddie-corner from my case.
Come to mama.
I struggled with how to approach mister frugality-and-function-over-fashion-and-foofy-ness about my find, because I had been periodically (casually, strategically) mentioning how I thought the old stools were not quite a fit with our newer decor look, and it had always been met with the same answer of "I like these stools."
Finally, after two days of struggling to find my words, I asked him just how married he was to those heavy, dark oak barrel-shaped colonial counter stools.
He got that oh-no-life-as-I-know-it-is-gonna-change-AGAIN-and-it's-gonna-be-hard-to-fight-it looks.
That's when I showed him a picture of the almost-too-cute-for-words stools on my phone.
He pointed out that they were white.
I said they were washable.
He pointed out that they had that fluffy stuff along the bottom edge.
I said they were called ruffles.
It took a few minutes, but I managed to convince him that he would learn to love the slip-covers.
(I told you he's a good sport.)
And so, we drove down and picked them up. It was a win-win, as he had to admit that the new stools were oh-so-comfortable to sit on, and I agreed that we will be keeping the old stools (storing them in our shed) for the back-row seating behind the couch at our annual Superbowl extravaganza.
The killer-find stools look fabulous at the kitchen counter, and they make me smile each time I come into the dining and kitchen area.
Home, sweet home.
(And you thought I was finally through sharing the Ohio trip.)
On our way back to hotel in Fairlawn on the day we went to Canton to the Pro Football Hall of fame, we took an exit to find a snack, and we discovered the sweet little community of Brecksville. Well, of course Ralph obliged me and we took a little drive around town.
We saw some charming homes, and lots of equally charming brick buildings.
(Very Stars Hollow, if you are old enough to remember watching Gilmore Girls.)
(...and you get a warm fuzzy feeling about Lauren Graham as Lorelei Gillmore before she was Sarah Braverman on Parenthood.)
I miss that show.
Oh yes, I was telling you about cozy little Brecksville.
I told Ralph I was pretty sure I could live there when we drove by the park in the center of town,(complete with gazebo...just like in Stars Hollow) and I saw this permanantly installed sign.
If you're ever in the Cleveland-Cantonarea, take an extra half hour and pull off I-77 and take a leisurley drive around. I think you'll be glad you did.
Aaah, our first T-Ball season has arrived here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and that means the opening game was postponed due to rain.
(Which was like a little gift from God to me, because I was out of town, and hated that I was going to miss it.)
A couple of weeks passed and the sun is finally here.
(at least for the time being.)
Okay, back to the big birthday trip.
Oh. You thought I was done?
We experienced every season, weather wise, while in the Cleveland and Canton area. We arrived to sun and a warm afternoon, followed by a sunny, slightly cooler day, then winds, and, finally, we woke up to snow! (I had to check the map, because I really felt like I was back in the biggest little city!)
(That really has nothing to do with this post, but just a little FYI.)
The fourth day of our fieldtrip around Ohio was planned as a Wild Card Day, for Ralph to choose whatever he might like to do, and of course I had provided a list of ideas.
In the end, he chose to go to the Amish Country.
(Squeal! My own personal secret first choice.)
Previously, I had thought the Amish were only in Pennsylvania, but I was wrong. There are several sweet little towns largely populated with Amish and Mennonite families, just outside of the Canton and Akron areas of Ohio.
We first made our way out to Homestead Furniture, an Amish owned and run store that supplies the American Embassies around the world with Amish made wood furniture. We met and chatted with a very nice Amish woman working in the store, and she gave us directions to the Amish and Mennonite visitors Center.
It’s fascinating to me how the ordinary becomes extraordinary when seen through a visitor’s eyes. Case in point, we were en route to the Amish Visitor Center when we saw a grocery store over on our right, and the parking lot was semi full of parked cars……and horse buggies.
An everyday sight to locals, and a snap-your-head-around-for-a-double-take-open-your-mouth-and-gawk moment for the three amigos from the Pacific Northwest. Seriously, we were so busy shouting out to each other in the car, “ohmygosh! There's a buggy! Look! They park like cars do! Wow! Wouldyalookatthat!”.
We stopped in at Der Bake Oven, aMennonite Bakery, (They lured us in with a sign that read "homemade soft serve ice cream.") and, oh my.
Notice the beadboard ceiling, and the cute ladders shelving? So charming.
The menu looked so good that we decided that we needed to stay for a late lunch.
The decor was cottage-farmhouse looking, with board and batten walls and ceilings, linen upholstered chairs, and some pretty creative lighting, and photos of their own baked goods with quotations as artwork. (Did you notice the colander lights above the menu?)
You know I had to take a bajillion pictures.
Loved. It. All.
Oh, and the food was delicious.
We chatted up the Amish sisters working the counter, and one of them was so kind as to even take a picture with the birthday boy.
I don't know if I mentioned it throughout the birthday saga, but there was one disclaimer, and that was that this trip was all about Ralph....
Unless we saw a thrift shop.
(I try to get my thrift on whenever and wherever we see a thrift store, thankyouverymuch.)
Thank goodness I had the presence of mind to add that disclaimer.
(Which Ralph is totally used to by this time.)
Here's why....One of the other kinda-cool-and-sort-of-surprising-to-me experiences from this trip was stopping in a thrift shop right there in Amish country, and finding Amish clothes, and bonnets for re-sale. (I have no idea why I found this so surprising. I think for some reason I figured that they since things were hand made, they never got donated, or I didn't think things like Amish Bonnets ever became truly "worn out".
In the end, I bought a sweet little all-hand-sewn Amish toddler sized dress and smock.
For three bucks.
That made my day.
Oh yes, it's yet another installment of the Ralph's-seemingly-never-ending-it-took-on-a-life-of-it's-own Birthday extravaganza. I would like to tell you that this will be the last installment, but I am not making any promises.
I shared with you that I planned, and planned, and planned some more. You've seen the unveiling of the dream-come-true vacation adn the pretty wrappings, as well as the uncorked merriment that ensued on the airplane ride.
I will try (try) to be brief here as I touch on some highlights of the trip.
Suffice to say that we made the most of every moment (literally) of this vacation. The first night (Saturday) we went into Kent (as in the home of Kent State) and partied like rock stars..okay, not so much, but what we did do was go to a very cool brew pub named Bar 145, (recommended by the darling little coed working the front dest at our hotel)and we listened to a three piece band that played original stuff, mixed in with some killer 80's rock. I got myself a sweet tee with their awesome tagline...
...and now I am jonesing for some red Chuck's. (You know I collect white dishes of any kind, right?)
We arrived the next day at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame just as they opened, and we were there until they closed. Ohmygosh, if you love rock and roll, put this place on your bucket list.
Not only are there the expected things (Elvis memorobilia, Beatles artifacts...) but the unexpected....
...things like Timothy B.Schmit's room key collection. (Think about it. Kids today do not even know of a time when hotel rooms used real keys, and he collected them from every stop on each tour.) and the ca-razy drum kit that Alex Van Hallen used in the 80's.
Heck, they even had Pink Floyd's, "The Wall" all set up to walk through.
I know. I'm surely dating myself. I wasn't exactly a giant Pink Floyd myself, back in the day, but...wow.
It was amazing.
Along with all of the mind-boggling items to see, and the oodles and toodles of videos to watch, they has some of the most interesting employee hosts I've ever interacted with, all along the way, sharing fascinating details and antecdotes about these legends.
The Pro Football Hall of Fame was a repeat of fabulous-ness, and did not disapoint. We were there from open until very nearly close as well, and as luck would have it, we managed to be there just one week after they had installed the newest NFL video in the theater focused on the fantastic Superbowl XLVIII, which was all about those Seahawks. This made some of us very happy.
It turns out the third day of our trip is a post in itself, so I'm glad I didn't promise this was the last installment.
Tomorrow we'll be talking thrift shops, bakeries, weather, and horses and buggies, folks. Trust me, you don't wanna miss it.
I've shared the wrap job for the presents, and the totally-Tracey way that I presented the surprise trip. Today I am going to share some of the details that started the trip off on a high note.
Because I started planning oh, so far in advance, I kept coming up with more ideas, for each and every moment of the trip, and I had a blast every step of the way. (The hardest part was not letting anything slip out in conversation during those long months!)
If you clicked on the link in yesterday's post to read the book I created, you know that one part of the big birthday surprise was that my Rock and Roll Buddy's best guy-friend came along with us on the trip.
You see, they were friends from way back, as well as band mates in their earlier days of rocking and rolling. While looking for something on my computer, I came upon two old photos of them setting up band gear in what appears to be a country field but was actually Ralph's sisters yard. A couple of years ago, his brother in law had given me a lot of old pictures and these were in the folder.
I printed copies of those photos, with rock and roll quotes below them to use as fun labels on one side of the goodie bags I made up for the long plane ride. On the other side I had a different fun quote about the birthday boy.
I somehow never photographed the goodie bags with my camera, so the only memento of the goodie bags that I have to share is the one and only picture I took with my phone to share with a gal-pal while I was organizing things the day before we flew out.
Sorry 'bout that. You'll have to picture the details in your mind.
When we got ready to board the first flight I gave them each their treat bag with the old photos facing away from the guys, and once we were air born, they both took a peek inside the bags at all of the treats. Now, Ralph is accustomed to having a lil' sumthin' sumthin' as a surprise (usually peanut M&Ms...) on pretty much every plane trip we take, because...well, that's what I like to do for him. His buddy Mike was a bit more gobsmacked by the surprises awaiting him in his custom goodie bag.
It was easy to make ordinary snacks special. I made simple tags and attached them with a hole punch and a small piece of ribbon - "You're all that and a bag of chips" on bags of chips (what else?) and "Sometimes you feel like a nut" on peanut M&Ms and chocolate covered peanuts. Ear-buds so we could all watch TV on the computer (I bought this way-cool amplifier/splitter thingamajig that allowed three sets of ear-buds to plug into one laptop for easy viewing. What will they think of next?!)
I also had a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Trivia calendar for me to test their rock and roll knowledge, and I have to say, they didn't disappoint. They knew most every answer, and it inspired lots of old stories and belly laughs.
I had the latest issue of Rolling Stone as well as a Seahawk themed magazine for some theme focused light reading, although we were laughing and talking far too much to ever crack the cover on either one of them.
They loved all of the airplane surprises and snacks, but when I told them to flip the bags around to see the photos, they both had a good laugh, (The groovy overalls, the long and possibly-even-permed hair, the vintage equipment...) and we took a mini vacation down memory lane.
I nailed it on that one, if I do say so myself.
That is, until my friend at work came up with the perfect gift...
She suggested I take him to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
"Where is that?!" I asked, realizing we had just struck gold.
"Detroit", she replied.
Well, not quite.
I googled it and it turned out that the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is in Cleveland, Ohio.
(Of course, it is. Cleveland rocks, after all.)
And so, the idea was born, early last October. (It was a no-brainer, what with his background in music, and being a Beatles fan since the age of six...)
The real kicker came less than a week later, when I discovered a thing called a Hall Pass on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame website. A Hall Pass is a ticket you purchase that gets you into both the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, and the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio.
Shut the door.
Oh yeah, I knew then that I had the makings of an epic birthday present, and for once, I was planning things far enough out to leave no detail to chance.I decided it would be a total surprise, with us flying out the morning before his birthday, and I would give him his present the night before we would fly out.(Wow. I made that sound more complicated than it was. I gave him the presnt Frday night, we flew out Saturday morning at Oh-dark-thirty, and his birthday was Sunday.)
Week by week, I planned and plotted, becoming quite well acquainted with the folks at the Rock Hall via email. (They were the ones who recommended we stay in Fairlawn Ohio because it is halfway between Canton and Cleveland.) The trip became more and more elaborate, and all of the teeny-tiniest details became focal points for me. (Things like Goody-Bags for the plane ride, and printed movie schedules, and thrift store and brew pub maps...)
As the time for the surprise birthday trip neared, I realized I needed a fantastic-never-to-be-forgotten way of presenting his present.
That's when I found this company. (Thank you, Pinterest. And as it turned out, they are just outside of Portland, Oregon...I love this place.)
I designed and ordered a teaser slide show from them to get things started. (It's so easy! You can use photos, or colored backdrops, and you can add text over any of them!)
There were so many details I felt I needed to share with him before we took off, that I decided to create a book from my most favorite book design company.
I ended up crafting this book with all of the pages done in a chalkboard backdrop, and creamy letters, with pops of orange throughout. I answred the who-what-when-where-and-why's and then walked him through the day-by-day itinerary of the milestone birthday surprise. You can see (and read!)my book creation here.
I will be editing this post and adding another set of collage pics tonight, but suffice to say, the presentation of my Rock and Roll Buddy's Big 6-0 Birthday present was spot on!
I'm a little over-the-top like that.
Here's the thing you need to know. Once his birthday passed last year, he mentioned (more than once) that he didn't want a big party with black balloons and over-the-hill banners, with a cake all ablaze with a gajillion candles and people singing.
And, because I know him well, I knew he meant that.
Still, he knows me just as well, and so he knows that I struggle to not make every occasion, big or small, a major event.
Anyway, I was determined to make his milestone birthday a moment to rememeber forever, in a way he would love, and I had an idea, way back last fall.
I thought I would take him to a fantastic concert. A band or singer he hadn't seen and would be gobsmacked to know we had tickets for.
Only, I couldn't find such a thing.
And so, I moaned and groaned and whined quite a little bit, and thought and thought, and still, nothing came to mind.
And that's when one of my gal-pals at work ignited an idea that exploded into the perfect present for Mister I-don't-want-a-party.
I'll share her nearly-too-perfect-for-words idea tomorrow, but for today, I thought I would start by sharing the birthday boy's present's wrap job.
(Are you wondering what she came up with?)
So, let's talk gift wrap.
And making your presents extra special by customizing the wrap job.
My signature wrap is brown kraft paper, and then I embellish things from there. In this case, there were two very special packages to be wrapped.
I wrapped the first present in my kraft paper. I added black and white gingham ribbon, and shred. I layered torn paper streamers, and followed this with some black satin ribbon, along with a homemade tag that I knew would make him chuckle.
The smaller present came to me in a small white box, so all I did was find a perfect picture online. (I googled electric guitars in "Images" online and then added my own text in my cheesy print program, but sites like PicMonkey can do the same thing for you.)
Once I printed the picture, I mounted it on black paper and glued it to the top of the box. Once this was done, I turned the box upside down and added a ribbon and another great little homemade tag with a small clue as to what might be coming his way.
(Can you guess?)
I'm working on expanding my customizable printable party and entertaining creations in my etsy shop, and just when I was running out of ideas, I received an opportunity to share an idea related to pirates, or fairies, or both, as the all-new Disney movie, The Pirate Fairy is set to come out on DVD.
All the ideas will be shared on a Disney Pinterest board very soon, and there is even a FaceBook page dedicated to Disney Fairies.
I knew exactly what I wanted to create. You see, when my son was in kindergarten, we had a pirate birthday party for him, complete with a treasure chest, eye patches, pirate hats, and treasure maps in bottles for the invitations. Now, keep in mind that this was long, long before any of us had a laptop, or Pinterest. I hand drew the map invitations and then had copies made (at the copy store) and then hand colored them all in, before rolling them up and tucking them in bottles with a little sand and sea shells.
I decided to design the 2014 version of the treasure map invitation, and I really like the way it came out. I printed it on a ledger style scrapbook paper for a more rustic look, but really, these could be printed on any color paper you like.
I rolled them up, and popped them inside the bottles, along with some sand, and seashells, and even some plastic pearls.
I popped in the cork and added the "Open me" tag.
How much fun would it be to host a Pirate Fairy movie party, complete with these invites, and possibly some cupcakes topped with candy shells and pearls?
Use a bold red and white, or black and white striped fabric for a table topper, and give all of your little guests pirate hats and eye patches.
Oh, and maybe even have a photo area to take some memorable shots of the little pirate crew...some to keep, and one to use on a thank you for coming to our party cards.
How fun does this all sound?
I think I will add some printable bottle or juice box wraps, and cupcake flags to round out this printable set...can you think of anything I've missed?
As we were watching a re-run of the Goldbergs on TV last night, I was looking through iphoto on my Mac and I stumbled across a photo shoot I did of a birthday cake I had made for my daughter. My mouth started to water, and I suddenly was overcome with the incredible urge to bake.
Only I was too tired at that moment.
Do you do that? Get all inspired to do something you love (bake, clean, rearrange things, start that book you've had on the night table for three months, or whatever.)when you're already in your jammies and robe, and too tired to actually get off of the sofa and do that thing. (unless it's to get a bowl of almond pistachio ice cream.)
I know that I have the same number of hours in my day as Thomas Edison, and Oprah, but I never seem to be able to get everything accomplished that I want to. Life is just so...full.
(in a good way, but still....full.)
I keep thinking, if I just had three more hours, oh! The things I could do.
Baking another coconut cake would be on the top of the list.
I couldn't resist this latest sign I found at Camas Antiques for the frat house. With four boys sharing a bathroom, this was a definite gotta-have for above the toilet, don'tcha think?
I think it's one of her best works, myself. Love the colors and the prints. Love the precision straight pieces of fabric, and the incredible workmanship. You can see all the love that went into this project.
(Did I mention that she let me hand pick the fabrics for her?)
Yep, I did.
(I do not have the patience to sew anything, not even a hem, but I have an eye for color, and prints, and patterns.
I chose to go with the colors that were in the newest little man's nursery. Shades of whites, grays, and a pop of mustard.
The sewing queen came up with the fantastic idea of the monogram "K".
And, she brought it to life.
Like I said...Lovin' it.
They don't call her the Sewing Queen for nothin'.
By that I mean that you can make anything special by simply taking a few moments to add a homemade tag with a foofy-la-roo ribbon.
Case in point: A while back one of my work friends posted on Facebook that she wished she had a backscratcher, and I just happened to see her post.
I also just happened to have a backscratcher, among my stash of thrifted wooden back massager thing-a-ma-jigs, just lying there never being used....so I made a cute little tag and tied it with a bow. (It reads,"If it itches, scratch it, Gail Jean"...) It took me all of four minutes.
The next morning at work I set it on her desk before she arrived.
(Pretty sure I made her smile.)
Next time you think of giving something ordinary to a friend (baby clothes your little guy has outgrown, homemade cookies, a DVD you're done enjoying...whatever.) think about adding a ribbon and a homemade tag, with a quote, the word thanks, or enjoy, or their name. It will look like a million bucks and the recipient will feel extra special.
Here are some pictures of the latest transformation my little booth case at Camas Antiques has made.
My grown up girl job over the past few weeks taken on a whole new level of busy. While I truly love what I do for a living, keeping up (or at least me doing something that remotely resembles me trying to keep up) is stressful in a way that is a world away from my comfort zone.
Doing things with family and frineds after work and on weekends helps bring me back to center, and puts things a bit more in perspective, as to where my priorities lie. I try to be fully present in the moment, and not think on the pile of duties mounting each moment I am not at work.
I realized this past weekend that my booth space at Camas Antiques is a wonderful respite from that stress as well. Saturday my guy took me to one of my favorite Goodwills (if there is such a thing...sometimes the prices send me into a slow burn, as I shared a long, long time ago....)
Anyway, the Goodwill in the sleepy town of McMinville, Oregon is one of my most favorite to hit. I came out of there last Saturday with three bags, heaping full. (We were in my VW Bug, and so bigs were not an option!)
A pair of 3-6 month Tommy Hilfiger overalls for grand #7, a Melissa and Doug tambourine for the boys at the frat house to add to their musical instrument collection, and just as nice, lots of little treasures for my booth.
I'll price them today, and run down to re-fluff things again, since last Friday was First Friday, and things are likely to be a bit tumbled around.
Just working on my booth space, being creative...is really a great escape for me. I find my sweet spot and things that were in the back of my mind tugging at me to worry, melt away. I get rejuvenated and my mind floods with new ideas and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I saw this sign last Saturday when my Rocker Buddy and I were at the old car parts shop getting some much needed items for my old truck, and I knew I had to get it.
With my daughter's fourth baby boy arriving just three weeks ago, clearly the upstairs bathroom was screaming for this sign.
Am I right?
If not on the door, then at least inside the bathroom, between the mirrors, or above the toilet.
Isn't it funny how the teeniest, tiniest thing can completely make your day?
Like a silly smile.
Or a dogs-eating-an-ice-cream-cone video on YouTube or facebook.
Or a handul of kind words.
I've always said I could live for a week off of one good compliment, and I got one this past Tuesday.
You see, I got a new comment on a blog post that was about five years old. When I saw it in my email alerts, (I get those whenever I get a blog comment) I assumed it was one of those annoying Spammers that put all that jibberish or nasty stuff online, so I opened it up right away. (Even if no one is reading my old posts and comments from five years ago, I don't want that garbage on there.)
Anyway, it wasn't a Spammer. It was a very nice, incredibly touching comment from a guy named Ken.
You see, Ken is a fairly new Toastmaster in a town or city somewhere out there, and he was researching for his first big speech, which, in Toastmaster Clubs, is called, "The Icebreaker" speech.
Well, when Ken googled whatever he googled, he ended up on my old blogpost, and he read it. He felt compelled to comment, and well..that little comment was so kind, and sweet, and so what I was needing to hear at that very moment, that I found myself all teary-eyed right there at my work desk.(It's been an extra tough week at work, what can I say?)
Here is what my new cyber-friend Ken said:
Kind, and sweet, and fabulous, right?
Knowing that someone really identifies with me, or feels "drawn in" by what I write...it's like...wow.
While I am basking in the glow of Ken's flattering comment, I realize that it takes only a moment to make someones day..or week.
To give a heartfelt compliment, to leave a post-it note on someone's computer screen at work, or a scribbled sharpie marker message on the bathroom mirror (that's one of my favorite do-it-when-he's-not-expecting-it things, and I like to use song lyrics...) or shoot a quick atta-girl email to a friend, or any other random act of kindness, takes only a moment, and yet, it can be the absolute highlight of their week.
Thanks Ken, for giving me that lovely present of your kind words, and even more, for inspiring me to make it a point to brighten somebody's day, every day.