Your only as good as your last Picture

Your only as good as your last Picture


If your looking for lighting tips this is the wrong blog. I want to address what happens when you write a humorous inoffensive light hearted blog and the shock of waking up the undead from a sound slumber. There's a small scene in the movie with Cher called Moonstruck where the very elderly grandfather is holding his head and crying, when asked, what's wrong? He simply say's, I'm so confused. While the article was applauded by the publisher and received over 80 comments in appreciation, some public, some private. All saying liked it, was funny and thanks for the putting a smile on my face. It was, after all, written tongue in cheek. Written to alleviate in some small way the world wide brochure that secretly went out sometime in June stating, all people, everywhere, will cease and desist any and all purchasing or even thoughts of purchasing Vintage jewelry and collectables.



Never being one to need the reflection from someone else's sunglasses to see who I am, I must admit to finding it intriguing. While my focus was on the many who get it and deeply appreciating those who take time to even say something as powerful as, it made my day. The scary thing was how much the happy pants comment people wouldn't let it go. If someone else said, hey I liked it, they turned on those people. It was worse then the on going controversy over the right direction for toilet paper placement. It was like a political rally over nothing. Oh wait, that's what they always are. It's a good thing I have thick although lately very dry skin.



I sell jewelry, beautiful pieces of the past. I can tell you there are just so many ways you can talk about said jewelry, before you'd, really, rather not ever talk about it again. Fortunately I happen to know a great deal about what I sell, but not everyone wants to read the manual. Some people want to just turn a thing on or tune a thing in and enjoy it. So to the undead, I say, while your up, live a little.



That same day turned out to be most golden filled with normally rushed by gifts of the simple things that make life shine. A unexpected invitation to a neighbors birthday party across the street for her nine year old girl. All four girls I wrote about in my "How to succeed in business with out really crying" article where there, one more adorable then the next. After 30 years here I finally have fabulous neighbors. When I left the day was still exquisite, so I pulled up a chair on my front lawn and pitched ball with my good will ambassador Chester. My Mom joined in. I spoke on the cell for some long over due catching up with a cousin and a brother. All the while making sure to keep Chester active. I drank espresso so I could continue to keep Chester active. I focused on what I have, right here, right now. I loved being in my skin, no matter how much moisturizer it needs. I looked forward. I'm still facing in that direction and hoping to take those who enjoy these life tales along.

The good will ambassador enjoying the Golden day

Vintage Shari