Friday, September 7, 2012

Fired Up Friday

If y'all will remember last week's post, I'm still obsessed with this table. I've thought about it off and on all week. What I'd need to make one similar, if I even could make one similar (because I'm not going to lie and pretend that I know anything about woodwork). I was out thrifting with Andrea yesterday and we ran across this table.

I fell in love immediately. It was perfect. No it's not refurbished barn wood, but I loved it anyway. And the chairs! I wouldn't even need to recover them. I ended up leaving without the table because I wanted to think about it and talk to my husband to see what he thought. He didn't care, so I made plans to be at the thrift store as soon as they opened today. I thought about the table all night. What if it's already sold? What if someone is looking at it when I get there? After a restless night's sleep, I stood outside their door waiting for them to open at 10AM. I peeked in the window and there was my table! Without a sold sign! I quickly purchased it (after talking the store manager into knocking $20 off the price!) and then realized... I own a Beetle. How am I supposed to get this thing home? Well, you'd be surprised how much you can fit in the hatchback of a Beetle if you're creative. ;)

It's home now and I love it. It could use a fresh coat of white paint, but I think I can handle that. I can't wait to have dinner at it tonight!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

It's alive!

I've had a terribly rough go of it emotionally lately. Just terrible. We've all been there.

"My writing isn't good enough."
"It'll never be good enough."
"I'll never write a book like "
"What if this doesn't work out? What if I can't make a career out of this?"
"I don't want to work retail for the rest of my life!"
"What if I can't even get a retail job?"
"What? I wrote this? What was I thinking?" 

The list goes on and on. Like I said, just a rough go of it. So to check the mail today and find this?
(ignore the three day unwashed ponytailed hair)

I squeed quite a bit. More than I'm willing to say, actually. I open the book and find my name in it. MY NAME. It's such an honor to be included in this anthology with so many amazing people. To say this was exactly what I needed today is an understatement. In the end I'm doing what I love and following a lifelong dream. Few people get to do that and I know I'm blessed beyond measure.

I'll be blogging more about Dear Teen Me leading up to its release in October, so be on the look out!