I have recently been asked to sale my purses and such, at the "Women Art Center" in Salt Lake City. I find this to be a compliment, but it scares me to death. Will the purses be good enough? Will this business be worth the money I am pouring into it? Will my kids soon find a surrogate mother that will love and tend to their every whim like I use to....Oh wait, that has never happened.

I dropped off the allotted amount of merchindise tonight. Came home and started sewing again for my etsy store. Tomorrow I hit the fabric shops for six bags that will be shipped to Australia. Yes that's right boys and girls, I have gone international. This seems to be another great opportunity for me. Cross your fingers, pray to the heavens, rub your lucky rabbits foot, do whatever you need to help me sale myself....I mean my purses.

Can I say that I am just tired...I recently started working another job on top of my regular job. I'm also working on my etsy shop.

My regular job is a perfect "mom" job. Working only the hours that my kids are in school. When they have a day off, so do I. My other job just fell into my lap. Working retail. The hours SUCK! I love fabric and all that it entails. One day I was in a fabric shop looking for fabric for my bags and purses. I asked if they were hiring. It didn't take much to convince them that I was their girl. The next week I had a job and absolutely no life. I will be working this job over the summer and then make the decision to keep it or not. I can't continue to work myself into the ground like this.

My house has gone to pot and so has my brain not to mention my family.

I am so proud of this new addition to the DiTH line!! It is large enough to be a diaper bag or just a great purse to hold everything you could possibly need when you stuck somewhere. Like a fresh pair of panties and a bottle of wine! I can make this purse with green, pink or blue accents. Order Now! www.dith.etsy.com

During the last couple of weeks I've been devising a plan to make lots of money. Well we all know that's not going to happen, so I will settled on doing something I enjoy and hopefully make some money on the side.

I remember back in the 6th grade when I walked into my home ec. class, as it was called back then, to rows and rows of sewing machines. My friend was a great seamstress at 13. She was always showing up to school with different outfits that she had made. I thought it would be great to create and sew my own clothes too. My first pair of shorts were not far from being three legged. But I worked hard and learned with much trail and error.

During the next couple years I became fluent in my sewing abilities. When I was a yound child of 15 I was hired on at ZCMI in their alterations department. To this day I have never worked fast food! That deserves bragging rights!