tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074388961841555325.post4772308406512672241..comments2024-02-25T17:38:20.505-06:00Comments on artsyfartsyme: Kissy kissy and aha momentsJaime Haneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13839361431109715942noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074388961841555325.post-79366272030360908212010-10-18T09:49:56.506-06:002010-10-18T09:49:56.506-06:00I will still be here sweetheart when you have the ...I will still be here sweetheart when you have the time to Blog! You are such a lovely girl and I am so blessed to have met you through Blogland!<br /><br />Love,<br />LuLu~*xoxoLuLu Kellogghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11628316187294863988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074388961841555325.post-29547500020195910852010-10-12T04:47:56.928-06:002010-10-12T04:47:56.928-06:00Oh Jaime, please don't doubt yourself, especia...Oh Jaime, please don't doubt yourself, especially at this time. It was 25 years on the 3rd since my brother passed and to this day, October, EVERY October is a fragile time for me. Spend lots of snuggly time with your boy, lots of time with your hubby and continue creating and blogging! Those creative outlets are even more of a release than you know.<br />BIG Hugs,<br />StephanieAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02215381410223424522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074388961841555325.post-58860263138254753322010-10-12T02:45:02.202-06:002010-10-12T02:45:02.202-06:00I lost both my grandparents when I was 19. I was ...I lost both my grandparents when I was 19. I was 30 before I first forgot it was the day my grandmother died. I stopped crying before that, but the pain and missing them is still there. Not as strong, but on occasion. A memory, a smell, a saying can all trigger it. But I promise you, it will get easier over time.<br /><br />One year, when I was working in a factory full time and going to school full time, I gave four friends corsages to wear with their dresses to our annual Christmas party. They were silk flowers with tulle, leaves, fabric ribbon bows, and were very well made. I even bought essential oils and scented the flowers. <br /><br />People began BEGGING me to make the corsages for Mother's Day. I resisted, but in the end, sold 400 of them. They were all carnations, the colors (or white) of the person's choice, and either 2 or 3 flowers in each. I drove 30 miles a day to work, 30 miles a day to school, then 30 miles home each night. I called it the Bermuda triangle. I would prop wires up against the steering wheel and wrap the stems, leaves, and flowers with floral tape while I drove. I would spend my lunch hour wrapping tulle on wire "picks" and have everything ready to go to make a few more as I drove. I became obsessed. I wanted it to stop. But people kept asking me to make wedding bouquets for them, and after four weddings and 400 plus bouquets, I said I could no longer do it. To this day, I don't touch flowers. I have no floral arrangements in my home. I totally burned out. <br /><br />I think you are having a similar, albeit less enjoyable, situation. The frustration is even worse when you spend all your time and energy making things, setting up for a show, and don't sell enough to make your booth rental. You begin to have doubts. You begin to question yourself. DON'T. Don't let that self pity and self doubt creep in. If so, YOU lose and nobody wins. You definitely need a break. You are clever, talented, and just need to take some time away from the "game." And get plenty of rest. Now I must get some, too (grin)!Bleubeard and Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10149710375520733752noreply@blogger.com