Scarlett Key!!

Well, I kinda got my crap together and have the shop opened back up.  Kinda.  I have the previously listed items updated with what I've sold and what I still have.....the next step is taking photos and listing the items I've made since the last time I had the shop open.  (can you believe that it has been like three months since then?!?!) 

Let me know what you think, the good & the bad!! 

I'm also so incredibly open to custom orders if you want something that you don't see!  Just email the store email at: scarlettkeysales (at) gmail (dot) com

Dear You....

I have a confession. You cross my mind more than I care to admit. 
I wonder what you're up to. 
I wonder if you like your new job. 
I wonder what you would say if I texted and said, hey, I'm gonna throw on my jean skirt, wanna meet up for a bit. 
I wonder what you would say if I asked if you can believe that next week, November 14th, is our "anniversary" of sorts. 
I wonder if you've studied for your GED. 
I wonder if you need help studying for your GED. 
I wonder if you want to come over and just watch movies with me because I hate watching movies alone. 
I wonder what would happen if I said we should have a proper date.  Candlelight, flowers, picking me up from the farm kind of date. 
I wonder if there is some way I can help you figure things out.
I wonder if you realize that I'm way super stressed and the way you make me laugh is something that I need because of that stress. 
I wonder if you think about me when you're bored because that's when you cross my mind a lot. 
I wonder if you have to stop for a second in the middle of the day because the thought of jean skirts, meeting in random parking lots in Greenfield, rain on a trailer roof, cleaning semi truck tires, and all the things that happened and were said catch you off guard.
I wonder what you would say when I remind you that we're friends first.  That friends are there for each other.  That even without being in a relationship that I know you don't want right now, friends help each other out, that friends talk, that friends see each other and hang out.  That I miss my friend.  

Dear You.... (in pictures...)

Thank you, Pinterest, as always you said it better than I could have. 

I've been a little busy....

Three custom orders done plus these guys will be in the shop if I don't sell them at my bazaar on the 27th.

Ex-Boyfriends and babies.

So, I went to lunch with one of my friends the other day and was chatting away about my past relationships and how long it has been since I was technically in a relationship.  And?  Why it didn't work out/what the guy went on to do. 

Now, I'm still friends with lots of my exs, most of them actually, so I do know what they went on to do.  I know that, well, all of them went on to get married and have baby(ies).  All that conversation did was remind me that for some reason I wasn't good enough to have babies with.  Literally.  I have thought about this for days now.  DAYS.  Have you ever felt this way?  Like you couldn't figure out why you weren't good enough to have babies with someone?  Like what did you do to make that person/people not want to spend the rest of their lives with you?  Did they not realize that more than wanting kids, you're terrified that you can't have babies?  Just a lot to ponder & think about.

Rain, rain, go away.....

I can hear the rain hit the roof, hit the barn roof, hit the leaves & trees....and all I can really hear is the rain hit the trailer roof, the tree just outside the side bedroom window, the car port....and I hear the rustle of the blankets as you curl into my right side more.  I feel the weight of your leg come across mine.  I feel your breath on my hair.  I feel like I'm home.

Then I remember I'm in my bed.  Alone.  Away from you.  And wondering what you're hearing & remembering on this rainy almost-fall night that is so so so close to the anniversary of those other rainy nights.

Sisters.

How many of you have sisters?  How many of you love your sister each and every day?  How many of you speak (or text, tweet, facebook...) your sister every day?  I have a sister....and I don't speak to her regularly.  I thought that when she had her daughter things might change, they haven't, we still don't speak with any regularity.  I don't know how to convey that I do love her, I mean she's my sister, but I don't always like her.  Especially since she says things like I don't know what I'm talking about when it comes to holding a baby because I don't have kids, because I'm not a mother.  Or how, in general, I'm a stupid ass. 

I long for the days when we were like this.  I miss the days when life, and our fights, were as simple as I wanted her crayon.