A Journal of The Darkest Blue for Bratly

The next in my Crafting for Friends Series. This was way hard to do but I did not give up lol!

Would you like a video made for you? Let me know!

Putting together a Little Gift Junk Journal

I'm a dork but I'm a generous dork.

Crafting for Friends ~ The PONY Edition~

Trying to do a series wherein I dedicate the video to a different friend every time. This one goes out to Pony/Windsong

My Mess Part 2 - Life is so Strange and so am I

I forgot to show some things last time. You can fast forward through the flea market stuff if you read yesterday's post. Or not.

Crossing a Mental Barrier or How I Got "OVER IT"

Last night I proved something to myself. I was really and truly OVER IT. My past, my rejection, my move away from Colorado and the friends I had made there (thank you Facebook for keeping us in touch though).

After a great day at work my boss and I had a chance to stop at Gordyville, a monthly flea market between Gifford and Rantoul. I hadn't been there in a few years because I knew my ex and his mother were vendors and I just couldn't stand the thought of seeing them.

Last night was different. I was ready without even realizing it.

We had noticed an influx of people getting off 57 at the Rantoul exit and I said "Oh Gordyville is on" We made a quick decision to go and followed the crowd. We got an excellent parking spot and entered. 

Right off the bat we bought vintage ephemera from the first vendor inside the door. Sharie got a 1970 Farmer's Almanac and I got this:

Later I got this:

I saw this pile of puppies but refrained lol:

 I got these for my oldest son who had requested old fishing pictures earlier this month:

 Some childhood friends sold me these vintage wee yoyo quilt pieces for $5!:

 And my new best friend sold me these napkins (four packs) and duct tape for a whopping sum of $2:

But that's not why I am writing this blog. 

About 10 minutes in I spotted my ex and his mother. I felt nothing but joy at seeing them and walked right over and said hey. We talked for quite a bit mostly about my kids (because they asked) and the things my ex MIL had for sale. I'm sure I was smiling the whole time. Not because I had any feelings left for either of them though...but because I felt good about my life and to be honest I LOOKED GOOD! I looked good and I knew it. You saw that coming right LOL!

So now that I know I can face them without cringing I will be able to shop Gordyville without fear ever again. Not that I need anything. I might hire someone to follow me around and slap things out of my hand if I act like I am going to buy them.