Parts is parts..Pieces is pieces...

Ever had one of those days? Yeah. Me too.

I remember that commercial...talking about chicken patties and what they are made of.  Me? I wonder what people are made of. What makes someone so...oblivious...for lack of a better word? My heart torn and laying in pieces, and not even any inkling of responsibility. Is life meant to be so?

My heart grieves for those in Boston who were there, those who lost loved ones. I don't understand the mind of someone so wicked and so evil they would involve innocents. Is life meant to be so?

I pray for you. Because, my misguided fellow human....life is NOT supposed to be so. And someday, whether you want to believe it or not, each of us...every single one us will one day stand before the Lord God Almighty and account for each and every action and reaction we had while on this earth. Someday, you will bow and bend your knee to Jesus Christ and I hope, I hope that you will be doing so knowing Him as your Saviour.

Father, please. Please be with those who are grieving. Be with those who have been maimed and whose lives will never be the same again. Give them comfort and strength. Let them feel Your presence and know You are with them.

Why do I DO this to myself?!?

I am a bargin hunter.

I have admitted a majorly moving force in my shopping habits. I <3 LOVE <3 getting something wonderful for just absolutely pennies on the dollar. I have been shopping GoodWill and Salvation Army, Saint Vincent DePauls and any other "thrift store" within a 100 mile radius of whatever location I am currently living in.

It is a passion. Okay. I will confess. I DO this for a specific reason.

Horses do NOT care what you are wearing. That is one reason I love them so much. They do not care if you have on makeup or the fact that your hair resembles a cross between Don King and the alpaca down the lane. They just are happy to see YOU. Especially if you have hay in your arms. (Which is another reason I love horses. They NEVER complain about what you fix for dinner. I have had horses for many years and not once, not ONE SINGLE TIME has any one of them looked at what I gave them for dinner and stated, "WHAT?!? HAY for dinner AGAIN???) But I digress.

So WHY, if horses do not care what you are wearing, would you go out and buy jeans for $70.00 a pop? Okay so those jeans DO have those little lifty thingys in the nether regions that help you to look a little more like JLO and less like that fallen cake you took out of the oven last night, but hey. FOR 70 BUCKS??? The only thing that is going to happen to those jeans is whatever horse you are working is going to slime them. Big Time. (Notice the capitals. Important to pronounce capitol letters.) So I buy my jeans at GoodWill or Salvation Army or some random thrift store for the awesome price of $3.99. Which means if I do this long enough, I don't feel guilty when that blue moon shines and I actually find some awesomely wonderful terrific amazing dress that just HAS to hang in my closet because I never GO anywhere to wear it. I am totally excused for paying $300.00 for that dress because for the last 25 years I have been frugally buying jeans for $3.99 a pair.

Totally makes sense to me.

What doesn't make sense to me is Ebay. Or actually why I ever bid on Ebay. Do not ask. I do not have an answer.

Maybe I have a tad bit of a self torture complex. Maybe I like the lovely color of gray worrying about it causes my hair to turn. It could be that I am just adventurous and hopeful. Or it could be that I am a total idiot. One thing I have learned in my Ebay experiences. NEVER, not even EVER bid on something that is a week out. The waiting will kill you. You will work your fingers to the bone checking that items status on the computer for an entire week. Ask me how I know this.

But I did it again this week. I found something I wanted in the worst way, because the one I HAD got damaged in a freak accident and as it is something grande expensive that I use on a constant basis,  I really do need to replace it. And NO. I am not telling you what it is, because then you can go on Ebay and bid against me. I may not get that lovely, longed for item. It could end up in your house and not mine. I know. I am selfish that way.

I have exactly 2 days and 16 hours before I will learn that 3 seconds before the auction closed, some random person from Muncie, Indiana out bid me by 1 cent.

I will never make it alive.

I can clearly NOT choose the wine in front of you...

My eyes feel like they have grit in them.

 I am SO flippin' tired, my EYES feel like they have grit in them. Of course they could feel like that because they actually HAVE something in them, (and not just my finger), but I really think it is because I am SO tired.

This land of cyber thoughts and digital scrapbooking, blogs and websites, Etsy and Ebay? I feel like I am up against Vizzini. I have absolutely no aptitude for such things, so I can clearly NOT choose the wine in front of me. But then again, there are all sorts of DIY website building thingys, so I can clearly NOT choose the wine in front of you. And let's take Pinterest where they actually want you to VALIDATE (or some such rot) your website before they tell everyone it is your website on your pinterest page. Really? I might be odd, but with this day and age where everyone is sueing everyone, I am not going to claim a website that is not truly mine. So I can clearly NOT choose the wine in front of me. WHERE is that validate thingy anyways? And don't EVEN get me started on FLASH, which, by the way, is going by the wayside and being replaced by HTML5.

So while I am trying to figure all of this out and getting more and more frustrated as I go,  I SUDDNELY had an epiphany. (Only took me an entire month to have this epiphany!)

I don't enjoy doing this. I hate it because I don't ENJOY doing this. No wonder my eyes feel like they have grit in them! I am not spending one more flippin' minute trying to figure out how to migrate all my stuff all over the web to one spot. I am hiring the most-awesome-digital-magician-person-company to do it all for me. Genius.

Which gives ME time to design what I am awesome at. Which gives me time to do what I enjoy doing most. And so I can clearly NOT choose the wine in front of you!

I have one custom order I am currently working on. I have 3 outfits that need to be hemmed and 1 outfit that requires the rhinestones to be set. I have 3 more outfits cut out and ready to be sewn and I have just finished the design of 5 others and have written down 4 ideas that are currently playing pin-ball in the back of my mind.

 I am clearly, once and for all, choosing the wine in front of ME.

So watch for my new site, blog and shop to move to one spot. But most of all, watch for my fabulous (equestrian) show fashions to appear, not only in my Etsy shop, but in arenas all over the place.

Vizzini would be proud of me.