Friday, August 29, 2008

Another day in the life of ...

Originally posted 7/23/08

Every day when I wake up, the first thing I do is check my email (or one of the first things). I used to make a latte with my lovely latte maker however, since I've tried to cute caffeine out of my diet completely since I started having panic attacks (again). This is very frustrating for me because I have a routine and don't like to change up my routine, but I'd rather have no caffeine that a panic attack.

I posted last night that I did not think I could sleep. I finally went to bed and sat there until nearly 3am, basically short of having yet another panic attack. I honestly think it's stress, but I really don't have anything to be stressed about at the moment. I sell vintage as a hobby, not because I have to. I do it because I love it. So, that's not it. I'm not stressed about finding new items to sell because I have tons of stuff to sell. I just can't pinpoint what the problem is. Oh and I can't eat tomatoes anymore because they make my heart race like crazy. It's almost as if after I had Dominic, my homones completely changed.

Speaking of Dominic, I usually put his high chair near me in the morning when I'm working and give him "nana" or some blueberries to eat. He likes pretty much anything and everything and he'll spit it out if he hates it.


Today, he's happy. He's usually a really happy baby (most of the time), but he has his moments as I'm sure all babies do. He's nearly 18m old now is learning so much. I'm so thankful to have him in my life. He goes to all my estate sales with me and has done so since he was really really little. I used to carry him in a Bjorn carrier and he outgrew that. I ordered a Mei Tei carrier from a seller on eBay who custom makes them. I'll have to take a pic of that sometime and post it.





I also checked my voicemail this morning. This is something I rarely do. I'll check it once every three or four days. I see it this way..If I see I missed a call and know who called me, I'll call them right back or as soon as I get a chance. There's no need to leave a message unless it's someone I don't know and then, by all means leave a message. So, I had 7 messages. Some were from a few weeks ago. I'm so bad.

I also took a couple pics of my room. I have one garment rack that is bursting at the seams, but I keep cramming more vintage clothing on there. The whole thing is probably going to collapse at some point (it's happened before).



I have my lil' sewing area set up next to the rack with a huge pile of garments that need new zippers or seams mended or something. It's never ending. At least I've already pinned the zippers in some of the dresses. I sat on my chair the other day to do a quick sew on something and sat on a pin. That did not feel very good, let me tell you!

Okay, and all of the bins and stuff under the rack are full of things that have not been listed.

I also have two hat boxes full of hats that have not been listed:
















And my closet is full of inventory as well....

Each little cubicle thing in my closet to the left has about 5-10 garments folded (possibly more). I also have things in my garage and back storage closet as well.

I was talking to my friend Corrie of So Fancy It Hurts - yesterday. She lives here in Houston and we met randomly last year at an estate sale. She and I are a lot alike in the respect that we buy stuff even if we don't need it.

We were also discussing the fact about how we are confronted by the thought of death all the time (I know, a bit morbid). I think it has something to do with the fact the line of work we do. We go to these estate sales all the time and many of the women have already passed away or have moved into assisted living or what have you. I think about this all the time. And then Corrie said, "What if this happens to us someday?"-Talking about people rummaging through our things or other girls getting excited because we have cool clothing to sell. It's very scary and depressing.

Enough about that. I still love vintage clothing!

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