Purse Party

A good time was had by all...I hope. The "banana flambam" was eaten up, and we only had to pluck one small child out of the litter box. So far fourteen out of twenty purses are gone, and I still have several ladies that want one, plus I haven't bought mine. We have additional custom jewelry orders, and chocolate orders for Easter. I am hoping to wrap up the party by the end of the week, and send the first check. Then we will fill the additional jewelry and chocolate orders and send another check after Easter. Really, as long as we have customers, we'll make more.

Queen B, your bags are on the way! I won't have to beat people off of your Chelsea bag anymore!

Tomorrow's the Big Day

Last night I was pondering how nice and quiet things were. One of my children was at work, two were grounded, and two were angry at me. One was angry because I caught them lying, and the other was angry because I had found out about them being excessively, unbelievably rude to an elder. I'm not really sure what I did to deserve their wrath, since I didn't do more than discuss it with either one, but that's just how those things go. The good news was, they were both punishing me by hiding out in their rooms. Yeah! Hubby and I got the living room, and most of the evening, all to ourselves. It was nice to just hang out and talk about nothing important.

Today was nice too. We had tons to do to get ready for our big girlie party tomorrow. We are selling purses, and jewelry, and homemade chocolates, all to benefit Haitian relief work. Since the boys have several Celtic dance gigs coming up (for obvious reasons), we have dance in the morning. This meant I was really scrambling to get the house company clean, prep food, prep for the party, make chocolates, and encourage the girls to finish up their jewelry creations. What a breath of fresh air, to hear them giggling over their work, and making offers to help me in any way. One child said, "Mom, I'm just trying to stay out of your way, but let me know if I can hep you." Am I dreaming?

How is it that we can swing back and forth between such harmony and kindness, and such backbiting and squabbling? If only I could figure out a way to make the pendulum stick over on the kindness side. If I do, I'll make a million dollars teaching it. In the meantime, wish us luck. Purses, bling, and chocolate...what more could a girl want?

A Blog I Read Sometimes

I only read occasionally. I find the subject matter difficult. I applaud their work with malnourished children in Haiti, but the accounts of what they deal with daily are grueling. Now I read this, and find it grueling as well. How can injustice like this happen, especially at the hands of those who are sent to help? There are many things I do not understand.