It’s All About The Little Things …

Sometimes we get a little, how you say, lost in life. It can happen in a flash. One second you are happy as a clam, the next second you are questioning your job, your direction in life, the guy you’re dating, etc., etc., etc. And when life gets overwhelming and you feel like there is nothing that could lift you out of the emotional man-hole that you are in, pour yourself a bottle of wine, yes a bottle … not a glass … and listen to Jagged Little Pill …………. JUUUUUUUUUUST kidding (although that remedy DOES work here and there). No, instead look to the little things in life. I learned this very valuable lesson today.

So I’ve been a little down and out. Hey, I’m human (even though I like to pretend I’m not sometimes for funsies) … we all get to these places. And just when I found myself sitting at work, trying desperately to remain positive and failing miserably, a little package arrived. Side story: I have been looking for the perfect iPhone case for about a year. I’ve been rocking the normal black, rubbery kind that is super conventional yet mad boring all at the same time. I lost my damn mind and invested in a Diane Von Furstenberg case with red hearts all over it, which when I received it wanted to punt it across the room but instead gifted it to my sister (hearts aren’t me … I thought they were, but they are not.) I’m the God damn Goldie Locks of iPhone cases.

And then I found myself on Etsy and fell in love with one, for once. Black and studded magic (seen in the photo above). So I purchased it and realized it was coming from Hong freaking Kong. Like really? AND it would take 14 to like 30 days to arrive. Oh the things we will do for the perfect iPhone case. So today, trying to claw my way out of said emotional man-hole, a small brown box landed on my desk. I opened it, nervous that I would loathe this case or that it wouldn’t fit … because those are the kind of cards I’ve been dealt recently. But to my surprise, not only was it the glass slipper (sorry to cross reference fairy tales here) of iPhone cases, but there was also something else inside the brown box.

Please note the tiny gold flower ring in the picture above. Attached to the sweetest note from the person I bought the case from was this complimentary gold flower ring. Sure it wasn’t real, but it lightened up my day, my mood, my feelings, and slightly boosted me out of said emotional man-hole. Why? It was unexpected, it was really damn cute, and above everything else … really nice. I sat there for a while just staring at this little thing that completely changed my outlook on the day smiling. Did I ask for it? No … but this was sent to me as a thank you for purchasing a product from this company on Etsy. Pretty damn cool if you ask me.

Sure booze, having a bitch fest with girlfriends, prescription drugs (which I do not condone is any way shape or form, to be clear), listening to music, meditating, going on shopping sprees and beyond can elevate bad moods. But instead, look towards the little things. Find you gold flower ring. It could be really cool packaging on something that makes you smile. Or perhaps a friend noticed you were in a bad mood and got you flowers to cheer you up, just because. I know people who subscribe to Birchbox and forget about it so every month it arrives as a little surprise treat filled with really cool goodies to sample. And sometimes, that month … those are the things that make you stop and smile for once.

It is really important to feel appreciated, acknowledged, cared for, loved, good about yourself … and so I thank this little fake gold flower ring for making me stop for a second, breath and remember all of those things. How it did it? I have no idea. Perhaps it was the surprise, the fact that it was so unexpected, or just because it was so genuinely nice. And hopefully, if and when you need it, you will be able to find your flower ring and or give someone else in need theres.

So lessons learned:

1. Etsy rules

2. Even fake jewelry can turn a frown upside down

3. Did I mention I love my iPhone case? Not really a lesson … but serious, glass slipper of iPhone cases. ‘Nough said.

 

 

Confessions Of A Style Site Addict

Hello, my name is Kate and I subscribe to waaaaay too many style and sale related email blasts. It honestly is starting to get comical. When I wake up in the morning I turn off my iPhone alarm and check my personal email only to find like over 10 emails. Are they work related? No. Are they from family or friends? Nope. It is more like five LivingSocialĀ deals, five Groupons and sporadic, “Kate, Barneys is showcasing Missoni today!” and “So and so is following you on Pinterest!” Every morning, I’m haunted by great deals present and ghosts of my past purchases.

I make it a point to always check the “no thanks, I do not want to receive your annoying email blasts just because I bought a T-shirt” button right before I make a purchase or sign up for something. But somehow, I’m always receiving emails from these people about nonsense I don’t care about. Conspiracy, I think yes. Like for example, I bought my mom a purse from Barneys last year (I know I’m the best daughter in the world), politely clicked the “please don’t torture me with your emails of pretty clothing I can’t afford” button, and yet … daily … I get torture some emails. Look, please leave me alone until the day when I can actually get excited over the fact that a Chanel bag is marked down to $4,500 instead of $5,000, kay thanks.

Over the past two years, I have fallen down several “style site” rabbit holes. Esty, Pinterest, Gilt Groupe, Barneys, Amazon, Fab.com, Covet, Rue La La, Polyvore, Refinery29, Shopstyle, Send the Trend and probably numerous others (I have sick issues, right?) People send me recommendations to join these sites and I accept like a damn fool only to have my inbox flooded with so many style options, opinions, articles and sales that my mind gets so boggled I don’t even know where to find my sanity. The sad part is, I NEVER go on these sites. Maybe once every two weeks, if I’m lucky.

I don’t even know how I ended up on some of them, like Send the Trend, where the hell did you come from? Did I get style roofied or are people signing me up without my knowledge? You know what, there needs to be like a Kayak-esque site for style sites so I can get all my information in one place so I don’t turn into a recluse who spends her time feeding cats and scrolling through these sites with no friends, social life or job. Someone kindly get on that, Zuckerberg, I’m lookin’ at you bud.

And LivingSocial and Groupon, well I do that to myself straight up. I’m signed up in three different locations because I live one place, that is close to a huge city, and work in a completely different area. But sometimes I don’t care if 500 viles of Botox are 55% off, okay? I’ve received a bazillion deals, contemplated buying millions and bought … yep … ONE. Why don’t I unsubscribe? Because I secretly like being tortured by them … and I like the option of one day being spontaneous and getting a 53% off hot stone massage somewhere.

So at the end of the day, what really revs my engine when I see it waiting for me in my inbox is Fab.com. The name says it all because it is fab … .com. Yes, some of the stuff is crazytown expensive, but most of it is really affordable, one-of-a-kind treasures. It is like a club you have to be invited to, otherwise you cannot participate … but I love it.

The rest of it, well … I’m still unsubscribing … or so I think.