This morning, my husband comes into our bedroom and says in an immediately suspicious tone, “Check your email when you have a minute.” So of course I do, and what do I find? This:
I made a sale!
Let me tell you, I was pretty darn excited. In lieu of editing the book, crafting has been put on the back burner, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve made or sold something.
If you are not familiar with Crafting Water and you would like to know what it is and how it came to be, on the home page of this blog, up at the very top in the header, there you will find a link for both Crafting Water and Living Water International.
In short, however, I make homemade items — home-decor and hair accessories — and when something is sold, I keep enough to cover the cost of supplies and shipping, and give the remaining proceeds to Living Water International. This charity is phenomenal. Their efforts are widespread, but great attention is put toward getting clean drinking water to those forced to seek hydration from ponds and swamps infested with malaria. If interested, you can learn more about getting involved with this organization through the link at the top.
Anyhow . . .
When I looked to see just who was this wonderful person who had purchased an item, I saw it was none other than Lori! In case you don’t know Lori, which I suggest you rectify immediately, she can be found here:
Lori and I met here on WordPress. She is one of the relationships that are rare, that go beyond the norm, and one I will forever be grateful for having in my life. Lori, for lack of a better word, is delicious. Yes, an odd choice of adjective, but it’s fitting and I’m keeping it. She is cinnamon and sugar and molasses and caramel. I adore Lori.
In my excitement, I didn’t even pay attention to what item she had purchased. When I saw it was the Antique Ivory Wreath, I was grinning from ear to ear.
One of my favorites, this wreath took me weeks to make. Every circle is hand cut. It was most definitely labor, and I wanted someone very special to have it. Knowing where it’s going, I couldn’t have imagined a better owner for my labor of love.
To show my gratitude and appreciation to Lori, what I really wanted to do was give her a great big hug and a kiss; but seeing how she lives in Texas, I quickly realized this wasn’t going to happen.
Or was it . . .