So, I went to the cookie party tonight. This is the 5th year, I have gone and my friend, Donna does put on one helluva show. She’s amazing…the food is like a spread you would see in a magazine (and you wondered who really had time to do that stuff – she does…she’s hyper organized and on top of things).
I should have known, though, that the night wouldn’t go as planned, when I realized that I had forgotten the earrings I had made for a friend who owns a shop that I sell my jewelry in. She was at the party, too, and I was going to hand over the jewelry for her to sell in her store. Well, I left it at home, and that was a mini bummer, after I had stayed up late to make the cards and get them ready for her.
Everything started out fine. I was a little bummed that game after game, I was never the recipient of a prize. Now, this sounds childish and silly. I don’t get that upset over such things (and the prizes were “chance” prizes, nothing based on skill). I just never got one and pretty much everyone else did and sometimes little things like that can make your day.
So, I had planned to make beaded bracelets…purchased mini boxes, organized the beads by color category, etc. Then while setting them out (and everyone oohing and ahhing over the beads) that I didn’t have the Stretch Magic I had bought the night before. I went out to my car to look to no avail, so I came back and apologized, kinda embarrassed about the whole thing. Donna said we could do it during our luncheon, but I had wanted to do it at the party and I was bummed. Around this time, with my mood at an all-time low, I started to really feel some cramps comin’ on.
Cramps + a bummed mood = a not so nice/spunky Alexa. I am usually the entergetic one at a party. Jovial, upbeat, and a cheerleader in some ways. When I’m sick, I’m withdrawn, sad, isolated, and quiet. Everyone kept asking me what was wrong, and I would muster up a quick answer. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there…I just was disappointed by my own mistakes and my current state of being. I’m not the type to be all babyish or “look at me”, I just want to be left alone and it just sucked. I always look forward to the cookie party, and this just wasn’t my night.
I guess we all experience such things from time to time. I hate being the buzzkill, but you can’t help how you feel, and I’m sorry, but putting on a fake smile just isn’t my thing.
I’m fine now. I took some medicine, watched me some Hills and beaded some when I got home. I finished a cute bracelet using some clearanced “Stuff by Duff” charms from Michael’s. I’ll post a pic soon.
I just wish my night had gone better, but I guess that’s how things go sometimes.