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Sunday, February 22, 2015

Saille's Sales Fairy Houses -- A New Hobby

So I've started on a new hobby that I'm really enjoying -- I may even make a little side money off it.  I'm making fairy houses for fairy gardens.  I was playing around on Pinterest and, like so many of us, saw something and said to myself, "Self, I can do that!"  Well, that something was a stone fairy house.  I learned when we built our fire pit that I have a natural talent assembling rocks, so gluing small stones to a little house is actually fun for me.  It's like putting together a little puzzle!

The first one I made was a lot of work.  The learning curve was definitely steep at first!  Hubby helped me with the door and I didn't put any windows in it, the hinges got glue all over them, and it's just all around too big for my taste and not cute at all.  But somebody may like it.  I put it up for sale on some local Facebook sites and got plenty of likes and hits, but no bites.




Then I picked up a few supplies at my local Dollar Tree and did a little more reading around Etsy and Pinterest about how people were assembling these and got busy.  I made one for my soon to be sister-in-law Miranda next and so far it's been my favorite.  She had a birthday so I was thrilled that it came out as cute as it did.  I wasn't there when she received it so I can only hope that she actually likes it!  lolz!  



With a little success under my belt I figured I'd hit another February birthday and make one for my Aunt, as well.  This one was well liked by my husband (who often has better taste than I do!).  


As Valentine's Day was right then I also made one for my mother, based on the one for my aunt.  I don't seem to be able to find a picture of that one, of course, but it was accented with yellow instead of blue and otherwise very similar.  
My son's mid-winter school break was approaching and he was going to Ottawa to spend a long weekend with his aunt and uncle who live there.  I've never been to their house, so I just tried something completely different.  I don't think that either of them garden at all or have an outdoorsy kind of motif so I went with something brighter.  I was informed that some of the stones fell from the spire and were super glued back on.  As they were pretty solid I'm guessing that my teenage son didn't take care with the house, but hopefully it wasn't terribly mangled.  The Z on the door is their initial.  



So now that I had various gifts out of the way I was ready to try my hand at selling!  I haven't sold any yet, but I did just start this within the last two weeks, and only opened my Etsy shop, SaillesSales, last evening, so it's still pretty early.  ;)  All the fairy houses I find out there are either mass produced or well up over a hundred dollars and cost prohibitive for anybody who isn't devoted to the idea of a fairy garden but thinks it's a cute idea.  All gardens need a fairy, you know.  And what better way to coax a fairy to bless your garden than to provide an attractive home!  When the snow is gone, sometime around Memorial Weekend, and I can get into the woods, I'll be harvesting acorns and making lanterns and other assorted cute things.  So follow my Etsy page (I assume you're already following my blog, right?!) and keep your eyes open!  

St. Patrick's Day Fairy Garden House, $35

Blue Dragonfly House, $35

https://www.etsy.com/shop/SaillesSales




Thursday, February 19, 2015

Reasons Why I Am A Bad Mommy

1.  I did not breast feed my son.
2.  I did not co-sleep with my son.
3.  I did not extended rear face my son's car seat.
4.  I did not ever own a Moby wrap or anything similar.
5.  I did allow my son to sleep in his swing until he outgrew it.
6.  I put rice cereal into the baby bottle and widened the hole in the nipple.
7.  I started my son on cows milk at only 10 months old.
8.  I have never owned a dish washer and have never once boiled anything to disinfect it.
9.  More than once I cleaned a fallen pacifier off with my own mouth then gave it back to the baby.
10.  I used the television as a babysitter (THANK YOU Bear in the Big Blue House, Rollie Pollie Ollie, and The Wiggles!!)
11.  I did not read to my son any more than absolutely necessary.
12.  I almost never bought hand sanitizer.
13.  I never use antibacterial soaps or detergents.
14.  I let my son jump on the couch.
15.  I did not leap to my son's defense when other kids picked on him.
16.  I did make him apologize for picking on other kids.
17.  I used bribery and babysitters to get him toilet trained.
18.  I cut his hair myself until he was old enough to object.
19.  I never had a birthday party where his entire class was invited.
20.  I never made amazing party favors for the friends who were invited to the birthday parties.
21.  I didn't plan activities for any gathering of his friends but just send them outside.
22.  I did not hover by a window or on the deck while he played outside.
23.  I started letting him take unsupervised baths at age four.
24.  I did not let him wear clothes he picked out himself if they didn't match or were ugly.
25.  I bought his clothes second hand as much as humanly possible.
26.  I let him wear Abercrombie & Fitch even after they refused to make clothes in larger sizes.
27.  When he cried I told him to go to bed because I didn't want to listen to it.
28.  I didn't allow whining in my home.
29.  I told him that boys were supposed to get dirty.
30.  I told him that you never, ever hit a girl.
31.  I told him that if you need to defend yourself or somebody else to fight and I'd stand behind him.
32.  I took teacher's sides against him and if he got in trouble at school he was in trouble at home.
33.  I forgot the sunscreen.
34.  I swore in front of him and told him he couldn't say those same words until he was 18.
35.  I let him taste wine, beer, and champagne on occasions where we were having some.
36.  When he started riding the school bus I sat him down and told him all the 'bad' words so that he would know what they were and what not to repeat.
37.  When we went to the park I sat on a bench and read a book and paid very little attention to what he was doing.
38.  I didn't want to build a snowman.
39.  When he swatted a cat and it swatted back I told him he deserved it. .
40.  I didn't let him manhandle any pets or animals.
41.  I didn't have regular chores or lists.
42.  I did not curb my road rage-isms in front of him.
43.  I was honest with him about the household income, the bills, and the times when we struggled with money and what that meant.
44.  I let him fend for himself for meals if I don't feel like cooking.
45.  He first learned how to use the stove at age eight.
46.  I told him in 6th grade that there was no college fund and what scholarships are and what he needs to do to get one.
47.  I bought him his first cell phone at eight years old in the 5th grade.
48.  I got him his first smart phone at 13.
49.  I don't snoop his texts, IMs, or browser history.
50.  I got him his own debit card to use at 14 years old.
51.  I took him to his first concert at 13 years old and didn't attend it with him.
52.  I showed him how to make coffee and what a wonderful thing it is on groggy mornings.
53.  I got him his first gaming system (X-box)  when he started regular school.
54.  I let him hang out in town with his friends after school and pick him up at dinner time.
55.  I answer his questions honestly, no matter what they are.
56.  I don't dictate to him a specific bedtime.
57.  He started staying home alone in the house as young as age 10.
58.  At 14 I would absolutely leave him home alone for days at a time.
59.  We bought him his first gun at age 12 and taught him how to shoot it.
60.  He wanted a pocket knife, we gave him a pocket knife.
61.  When he thought zippos were cool we gave him one.
62.  There are no parental controls on the cable and he has it set up in his room.
63.  I let him be friends with whomever he wants, only reminding him that if one gets caught doing something the entire group will be charged so be aware.
64.  When I need money for something and he has some I borrow it.
65.  I don't clean his room for him.
66.  I don't make him clean his room, other than dishes and dirty clothes.
67.  I don't make him walk his dogs.
68.  I let him play rated M video games.
69.  I let him watch rated R movies.
70.  I let him make his own mistakes.


Oh, there are more, I'm sure!  Now-a-days I see the term "Free Range Parenting" and that's a pretty good description of my style of parenting, the opposite of a "Helicopter Parent" anyway.  My goals with my son are to raise him to independent, self sufficient, confident, to possess common sense, to be level headed, and to be a productive member of society.  So far, 14 years into the biggest experiment of my life, I have a young man who has found ways to make his own money, balances his own budget with his debit card, is in the honors programs in math, science, and art, has many good friends who I'm happy to have in our lives, has many other more casual friends, has had some nice girlfriends.  He is adored by his dogs, is buddies with the little guy I babysit and pretty much any other small child he comes into contact with, and he can have a real conversation with any adult on a variety of interesting topics and not be out of his depth or feel intimidated.  He is responsible, knows how to cook and clean, is respectful and honest, and doesn't sneak.  He is extensively fluent in sarcasm and chaffes when he's treated as if he must be inherently stupid or rotten just because he's a teenager.  He's not one who needs to act bullish to feel manly but doesn't take anybody's shit, either.  He is healthy, has only seasonal allergies, and is a healthy weight.  He pays attention to nutrition because I am diabetic and he knows that he could be genetically predisposed to it.
So all in all, so far, I think I'm doing okay despite all the many, many bad mommy things I've done and plan to continue doing.  You know, like teaching him how to drive this summer at 14 though he can't get a permit until he's 16.  Or leaving him to house and dog sit while hubby and I go away for a weekend this summer sometime.
I am very proud of my son.  The young man that he is is as much his own character as mine and my husband's influences on him.  It's both nature and nurture.
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So tell me, Gentle Reader, what things have you done or not done that in today's era of Mommy Wars puts you in the bad parent category?
Spill your secrets, my friends!!!  Let's start the rebellion together!


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Dear Nice Guys

Here is my inspiration for today's rant:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/leo-steven/2014/04/dear-girls-who-are-finally-ready-to-date-nice-guys-we-dont-want-you-anymore/

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Dear Nice Guys Who Are (Finally) Ready to Date Nice Girls:  We Don't Want You Anymore.

You had your chance to ask us out on a date.  You remember when that hot girl you wanted so badly finally went out on a date with you?  You were so excited!  You went on and on to me about how amazing the date was going to be, how you were going to knock her socks off with your good manners, display of romance, and willingness to spend every penny you possess on her.  Somehow, you and she were going to be two completely different people on this amazing date and live happily ever after.  You were going to be somebody she found interesting and fun and she was going to develop depth and a personality.  Do you remember?

Do you remember how brutally crushed you were when, at the end of the night, reality came crashing down crushing your hopes and dreams into the dust.  Not only were you still you, but she was still the same person she's always been.  Only now you were seeing her for who she really was all along.  You were finally seeing past her perky 36C breasts and well displayed cleavage, her well trimmed waist that was always easy to glimpse when she moved around because her tops were barely long enough to reach the bottom of her waist, her round and firm ass that she worked to keep tight and firm.  You were finally seeing that underneath that jail bait body she was really just a shallow, self involved jerk who didn't deserve you at all.  At least, that's what I thought you were seeing.

Do you remember whose shoulder you cried on?  Do you remember the hours you spent lamenting to me that life sucked, that your life, in particular, sucked, and that you were going to be forever alone?  I remember.  I held your hand, I gave you my shoulder, I was there for you at all hours any time you were feeling down and needed to vent.  And vent you did.  The mantra of the rejected nice guy became your life.  You were going to show her; you were going to show all the girls like her!  At first I thought that your anger meant you were finally moving on and were making progress.  Maybe, just maybe, you would finally SEE ME!  Maybe now that you finally saw her, you could lose those rose tinted glasses and see me for something other than wallpaper, or a D&D buddy, a friend, a Nice Girl.  Ha!  Little did I know.  You still didn't see her for the person that she was, you only saw a beautiful girl who you believed you 'deserved' even if she didn't realize it.

In your 20's you disappeared.  We used to talk every day, sometimes all day, and you just disappeared.  You went to your college, I went to mine, and you were gone.  We saw one another on holidays, sometimes, but you were so engrossed in your studies, so determined to make something of yourself, that I was even more invisible than I'd ever been.  At first I thought that this kind of ambition wasn't really a bad thing, there are a lot of Type A personalities in the world, after all.  But then when I finally got you to talk to me you were doing it to show them, to show them all.  The driving force behind this ambition, behind it all, was still her, the 'her's of this world.  Somewhere in your mind she still existed in all her teenage glory, with her hot body and her empty mind, gazing into a mirror that would never reflect you.  It finally occurred to me that I don't want you!  Why would I want a man who is so hung up on another woman, another type of woman, that his entire existence has been devoted to her in one way or another?  Why would I want a man who, instead of developing as a person, who instead of growing and learning and maturing, has been stuck inside his own head for a decade or more still beating against the self built walls of rejection?  I am perfectly capable of being a whole and happy person, in and of myself.   I don't need you, or anybody else, to complete me or to make my life worthwhile.  I have better things to do.

But now I'm not a wallflower, am I?  I didn't know how to dress, or do my hair and make-up in high school.  I could barely bring myself to care about such things in college, though I did try, occasionally.  When I finally stopped trying to be That Girl, and instead just worked on being the best ME I could be, suddenly I'm visible.  Now that I have the self-confidence from having succeeded in my life so far, now that I know who I am and what I want and don't care what anybody around me says I should be or should want, suddenly I'm Somebody.  I don't need you anymore.  I'm not in the mood to deal with you, your issues, or your quest for recognition.  When I find a man who is my equal, who realizes that I am his equal, we will work together to be happy, we will have children if we decide to, and have the things that make us happy, together.

Truth is, I'm happy for you.  I really am.  It's about time that you matured and came to your senses about that girl and the many people that are just like her, who want what they want when they want it and don't care about consequences, the future, or even tomorrow, as long as they have fun today. But I wasn't sitting by the phone waiting for you to realize that I'm a great woman.  I wrote you off long, long ago.  You've learned some important lessons, and so have I.  In fact, you taught me one.  You taught me not to date guys like you.

Speaking for the nice girls out there, you're too late.

We want a man, not a petulant boy who still sees any choice that doesn't line up with what he wants as being wrong and misguided.  We don't want some boy who has finally realized that he was standing on the backs of the nice girls to reach for the wrong ones.  We want a man who sees that each woman is a person, not a trophy, not an achievement to reach.  We want a man who sees our sense of humor, our sense of self, and honors that and loves that.  And that's just not you.  I'm sorry if that bothers you.  Well, no, actually I'm not.  I don't even care that much.  Good luck in life.

The Nice Girl