I love when a random stack of fabrics work so well together. I just happened to be stacking yardage to store back in the cabinet and happily noticed all of my favorites together. I could easily create in only this pallet of colors and patterns. If one stack of fabrics could represent me, this is probably it.
On a different note, I decided to hijack this post to share a comment someone was too cowardly to publish on yesterdays post. They decided to send me a comment through my contact form and use a bogus email. I hate to even share it here and give any power to an idiot, but I thought I would share it with you to see what some of us bloggers go through, in case you have escaped it yourself up until this point. I’m definitely not alone in receiving these kinds of emails.
“Really? A personal blog that you put out on the nets for all to see? Quit your whining about sentence structure and shut down your "look at me and what I do" dumbass blog. You really think anyone cares about your bullshit life? You are shallow and self centered. Rename your site to the sometimes premadonna because that is more appropriate.”
They obviously cared enough about my “bullshit life” to read my post and write a nasty email!
Good lord, get a life. People never cease to amaze me. And, FYI, it’s spelled “prima donna”. And honestly, being called the first female singer in an Opera is not really that hurtful. Even being likened to pre-Madonna is not a big deal, but probably better than post-Madonna…or current-Madonna… And yes, I know the slang of prima donna means conceited. But honestly, I’d rather be shallow, self-centered and conceited than have this kind of hate built up inside of me. It’s a good thing these types of emails don’t get to me. Honestly I just makes me shake my head in wonder at someone who is so miserable in their own life they feel the need to write that. I feel nothing but pity for people that have to go through life with that kind of hate and anger bottled up inside of them.
Have a great weekend! I plan on it, starting with a trip to the Lego store with my little guy. He has Christmas money from a great-grandma burning a hole in his pocket. He will literally be like a kid in a candy shop today.