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Website the busiest it has ever been!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

We were expecting a rush. We always get one but this is over the top. This is the busiest the website has ever been since we started babywit.com. Everyone is busting their butts to get these orders put together.
Plus, I am partnering with baby star (Dana, whom I adore because she just goes for it) Jim just started a rock star writing group, Atticus is rolling over and I swear, the most amazing little dude ever, Ava is too damn cute when she puts on little skits for Atticus to entertain him, Igor is happy...I mean things are good, right? Wrong.

I am entering the realm of the winter funk. It sneaks up on me starting and stopping with little paranoid thoughts. They are always people-based. That person dislikes me. This person is no longer talking to me because I must have done something. These people think we are mad at them and therefore they are acting all freaky. I must not be doing enough. I must not be smiling enough. My neighbors detest me and wish I had never moved in next door to them. These people at Ava's Waldorf school hate me because I have commercial toys at my house and wear leather and sell stuff and don't know how I am supposed to help.

Here is an example. I email Ava's teacher and say hey, everyone is so crafty wouldn't it be cool to have a craft fair to earn some $ for the school. Waving flag. Volunteering! Hello. The answer I get back is I will send your recommendation to the person in charge. Not, hey, we have a craft fair every year to do that. Would you like more information? Not, 'hey brilliant, if you were more involved you might realize we do that exact thing EVERY year'.

My ego takes over and I become this person frightened of all social scenes. Each interaction is difficult for me as I just feel my stomach crunching as I interact. Thoughts like 'they really don't want to be talking to me' or 'is my blouse cut too low? do i look like a ho bag or something?' to 'i don't know why they are acting weird towards me but they are' to 'god, i suck. i can't even manage to hand knit my daughter her hat and gloves'.

Then it dawns on me...ah, winter is here.

I called my friend Kelley to talk cause she knows the deal and she told me that one of her old boyfriends had just called to say he was back on alcohol and had announced his intention to run for President on national radio and the announcer on the program had told him he was an idiot because now the secret service would be down his throat and tons of people would be looking to take him out so now he knows that people are after him and he is living in his car because his parents (he is in his 30s) kicked him out because he killed their dog by putting him out in the cold and he (the dog) froze to death and that no one really gets the reality of the situation and that THEY wanted to put him on some drugs and hold him and put him in jail but he was hiding....and boy oh boy....winter...it could be worse, eh?

So, of course over this lovely holiday I will be visiting with the in-laws and I am sure my paranoid little ego will be sitting right on my shoulder the whole time whispering nasty thoughts into my ear.

Tomorrow I am supposed to be the teacher's helper for my daughters class and I just can't face it. I just cannot. I feel like her teacher is some Yoda like figure that likes to test you by asking you to cut out pieces of paper so that the paper will be rounded and then watches to see how you do it as your method will show much about your character. If you cut them out more than one at a time you are a bad parent (I cut them out 10 at a time) but if you cut them out individually you have passed the test. I failed. I failed the entire test because last time I couldn't even stay the entire time. The classroom was butt cold, the kids were not cute and Atticus was freezing because I didn't bundle him enough. I left early, after cutting the paper and enduring a snack time of feeling like a bad parent as my child kept demanding more honey and butter on her roll without even so much as a please.

Oh yeah, and this thing on my shoulder keeps telling me how selfish I am. I hate this thing on my shoulder but maybe I should try to understand and love it? I don't know. I just want to stop feeling like this.

I am reading the Fabric of The Cosmos and it is giving me a whole new perspective on things. A bit frightening, like finding out the world is round when you thought it was flat the whole time but it sure does take you to a new place when looking at things. Entropy is a huge topic in this book. Entropy.

Also, why the hell does Atticus not show up in the spell check as a correctly spelled name?

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Mom Jeans

Sunday, December 09, 2007


If you don't laugh out loud there is something terribly wrong with you.

On China, I have been talking to people and the point is if the organic cotton comes from China anyways (sources for organic cotton these days in the US are very scarce and it either comes from India or China or Mexico) then why is it any more sustainable to just make them over there and ship them here. So when looking at the cycle I see that I am not giving US workers much needed manufacturing work but if the factory over there is certified and I can go hang out there is it really so horrible to have it manufactured overseas? I don't know. Still debating internally. Then I start to think...can I convince myself of anything? The internal argument never ceases.

Watch this video

Thursday, December 06, 2007


Today I chatted with Dana from babystar. She is one of those warm folks that sends waves of inspiration through you. She is doing all her stuff overseas in China at a factory that has the highest certification for human welfare and sustainable production. I am looking at her stuff and hearing how easy it is and I think about how very difficult the process here has been and I just want to make all my stuff at this factory. I mean, I AM half Chinese. And Dana saw the snap less one piece I developed and we talked about partnering and it was just so exciting. So thrilling. My cradle to cradle product would get more people using it because she would use her chain of distribution and I would get to work with this wonderful lady.
Then, I go home and I watch this video and I can't do it. I want to do it. It would be so much easier. Everyone else does it but I can't do it. And, I hate that I am a store selling stuff to consumers.

BTW, when I read that article by MSNBC I wasn't thrilled as I sounded like I was proposing people should go out and buy stuff to be cool. I believe (and stated to the reporter) the opposite. I think the hippest people get their stuff used from friends or from thriftstores and that the coolest people (like Jennifer from Dishy Duds) make their clothing from remnants.

Alright, 2 am. I need to go back to bed.

Craft Fair for Shining Star

Monday, December 03, 2007

Well, I felt pretty stupid cause I asked earlier in the year why Shining Star didn't have a craft fair to earn funds for the school as there seemed to be so many crafty parents around and then this weekend found out that they do this annually. It was pretty fun. 4 rooms packed with Waldorf inspired arts. I do have to say that I was DRIVEN to felt. I have never seen so many felted projects in one building. OMG. So, of course, I went home and searched on the internet, found a great tutorial, went to close knit on Alberta and bought some wool and felting needles and went at a pair of felted slippers I purchased at the craft fair. I asked Ava what she wanted on it and started poking. It was a blast because the medium is so absolutely forgiving. I can see why people get addicted to it. I am already planning out a felted carpet.
The fair was fun although a bit strange because everything was very much the same. Lots of fairies. I like fairies but there were a lot of them.