Hello everyone. My name is Dahlia and I am an addict.
I have recently found a love for shopping online, but not just shopping online, shopping for handmade things. It all started when I decided the theme for my baby shower. I made a “Baby Shower” board on pinterest and started scouring the internet for all things Alice in Wonderland. Of course finding Alice in Wonderland invites that I actually liked and could afford was near impossible. I finally decided that I would make my own. I made myself an account on Etsy and began the search. I’m not going to lie, my ideas were somewhat stolen from other Etsy users. I took an idea from one store and the wording from another and the stamp ideas from another, until I decided screw it! MY idea works better. I sat and planned and drew and stamped and stained until I came up with something I felt was fantastic! I put it together and worked on a bunch of the same idea and perfected it. I was in love with my own little invites. I decided the theme was now Elly in Wonderland (my daughter) and I was the queen. This led me to finding other things on Etsy and ordering more and more offline. I bought stamps and bingo cards and bags and keys to make party favors! I bought random things for my mom and a couple little treasures for myself. I didn’t even want to go to the store when I had money, I just wanted to shop off of this addicting website. Because, let’s be honest, there is something about ordering online and that final moment when you receive it in the mail that is absolutely, undeniably, FANTASTIC! You hope and hope all week that it will be here soon. Sometimes you even let yourself forget about it so your hopes aren’t too high every time you open the mailbox full of nothing but bills. And then one day, there it is. That tiny little package addressed to you and no one else. You rush inside, gripping it tightly, and then toss the rest on the kitchen counter. You shred the package and there it is!!! Your treasure that you’ve been waiting for what seemed like forever to finally receive and use! Ugh the rush is incredible.
I had sent out about 20 invites in the mail, and received some surprising feedback. People actually liked my creations. I suddenly was hit with yet another idea. Why don’t I try and sell MY invites on Etsy? I had seen other cards that I maybe stole the idea to use a ribbon or a stamp on mine, but there was no invite with MY style on it. The way I stamp or the way I fold or the way that I stain them. I could do this. My Mother said the same thing to me. So I decided to try it out. I made a different Etsy account and named my little card company and wrote down a million ideas for myself. So far I have only added one listing to my site, but I can only feel my seller addiction growing.
It has been about a week since my last Etsy purchase…
Yet I find my hands stained with ink and millions of stamped papers and cards all over my room which I have now renamed “My Workshop.” I have become an Etsy nerd overnight. Now I am constantly thinking of ideas and coming up with new ways of creating and adding my own taste in a new community. My fiance is wonderful and supports all of my wild ideas. He even adds a little input here and there as well. I adore him for it.
If you would like, go check out what I have added in my shop. It’s rather bare at the moment, but you can see what I did for my invites!
Crimson Queen Vintage <- There it is!
Last night, I was wasting time sitting at my computer and reading about baby stuff. I read through this “fill out” journal that is called “What to Expect.” Basically it is a week by week journal that you fill out all about your pregnancy. I have been neglecting writing in it for about 3 weeks because I have about 6 different things to write in, and I really haven’t sat down and taken the time to look at it. Well I came across a page which was asking questions about baby’s first movements, and since I have been WAITING to feel ANYTHING, thought to myself impatiently “Well, I’m not there yet” wishing I was. I put the book down and began messing around on my computer forgetting about what I had just read and engulfed myself in a game. I sat there thinking about my game and started feeling something funny in my stomach. Without thinking, I rubbed it and then poked it where it felt funny, and all of a sudden felt something quite odd. It poked back! I completely stopped everything I was doing and placed both hands on my stomach…waiting. Nothing happened. I poked again and waited. Another poke back! I was so overwhelmed with joy that tears filled my eyes and I began to Laugh! My baby girl seemed to be playing with me! I sat with a hand on my stomach and sent a text to my fiance, mom, dad, sister and best friend. I finally got to feel my baby move. It felt a little strange, but I have never been so excited. And how odd that I had just been thinking and reading about feeling baby’s movements. It was as if she had read my impatient mind and was poking as if to say “I’m right here mom!”
Well, it has been around a month now, maybe a little more since I have last posted. Just thought I would sit and write a little today. I want to have me time, but whenever I come back home from taking my fiancé to work, I forget what I wanted to do. I lose focus when I get here.
I am currently 13 weeks now, our baby has already shown us a little of it’s personality. I went to get my 13 week ultra sound on Tuesday, and meet with the Doctor as well, and so far everything is going well. I am gaining weight and baby looks healthy. Still don’t know what the gender will be, but I feel like it is a boy. My fiancé had a dream it was a boy, and my doctor said she is guessing boy as well. We shall see. I will still be happy with either and have no preference.
During the ultra sound, baby decided that it didn’t want to cooperate. The tech needed it to roll a certain way to get a certain picture for my doctor, but baby didn’t want to pose for a picture. So, it rolled with it’s back to us. Every so often it would turn and look the right way, and would pose perfectly for a split second, but RIGHT as the tech clicked for the picture, it rolled back over again. I could tell the tech was getting frustrated because I had been a couple minutes late and I knew there were ladies after me who she also needed to do an ultra sound on. She poked and wiggled my belly around, trying to get baby to face us, but baby didn’t want to do it. We heard the heartbeat, and baby’s hiccups. It made me laugh. I walked around and drank water trying to see if baby would move a little. Once I went back into the room, she was able to get a few pictures of baby. The funniest thing to me, was the picture she took. Baby, who was now in the right position, appeared to be smiling. The tech said to us “Oh look! it’s laughing at me!”
My little trickster, just like it’s Daddy, and stubborn, just like me.