Hi friends, the month of May never ceases to amaze me. As much as I try to slow it down, to savor everything it offers, it flies by. This year has been no exception. Last week I was at the National Stationery Show for the 9th consecutive year, and this week I’m dealing with a…
A few months ago, my friend Betsy called me, and uttered those dangerous, magical words: “I have an idea.” My ears perked up, my pulse quickened, and there was a little catch in my breath. Those four amazing words are inspiring. What comes behind them is creativity at it’s most brilliant. What comes behind those…
Tonight, I told two little red-fleece-pajama-clad boys that it was time to go bed. You all got up, and padded in your little footie feet over to the bottom of the stairs. I took a photograph with my mind: puffy-diapered bottoms, chubby little legs, tiny little paws grasping at the banister, fat knees crawling up…
Today’s post is not brought to you by America’s consumer products companies. We’ve been making our own laundry detergent for almost a year now, and it’s worked out shockingly well. Call me a conspiracy theorist, but I’m convinced that consumer product companies don’t want us to know how easy, inexpensive, and painless making your own…
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Nineteen days after the world changed forever, I started my second job out of college. The first job had spiraled downward only three months in, and with nine months left to pay on an apartment lease, I had opted to take a job selling furniture at the retail Thomasville gallery in Addison, Texas. There were…
When people ask me what the secret to my early success was, there are always a few different things that pop into my head. I’ve never stopped to make a list, but lately, I’ve felt like I should make a list of what worked, and what didn’t. That’s been rolling around in my head as…
Energy was positive. I was bustling around my apartment in Dallas, getting ready for the day. In a few minutes, I would walk outside to my 1994 burgundy GMC Jimmy and head eleven miles south, into the heart of the design district. There, for nineteen more days, I would be employed at a small furniture…
Nobody’s life is perfect. We all know that. If you, by some remote chance, think you know someone who has a perfect life, think again. You’re dead wrong. At the same time, if, for some reason, you think your life is perfect, then I’m pretty sure our definition of perfect isn’t the same. I’m not…
