Hey y’all! Hope you are all well!
I’ve started an Etsy shop and my bestseller is my USA custom watch party invites. It’s short notice now with the election coming up, but if you still need to get those invites out, please check out my easy edit canva template available here, discounted throughout this weekend!
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Love you all and take care
Vonita.
So apparently, according to my teenage, and soon-to-be teenage offspring, their mother is generally weird, and does random things. Like dancing at a concert. And chatting to the stranger next to her. And taking selfies with both hands. Who does that? And she says random things. In general. Nice to see my kids both in mutual agreement over something.
And they haven’t even read their mother’s blog, or anything she writes in order to confirm their view. (And please may they never).
Yeah. Random. That would sum up their mother in one word, I would say.
Bad impromptu decision making vonita-style, sourced two on-the-day tickets to Adele in Sydney, no babysitter at such short notice, changed other plans, spare ticket to go, so my eleven-year old and myself are on our way to Adele Live Sydney, here we come!
Look what arrived in the post today!
My new iPhone cover designed by my dear friend Erika Kind. Erika is always so amazing, helpful and supportive. A ray of light for me. Particularly today my mood is low, and tired because I am awake since 2am. So now I can carry Erika’s enthusiasm with me, and be reminded positivity!
It is nearing 6:30 pm, I stepped off the bus and slapbang into the middle of a heatwave. I had to take my time walking home, even stopping to rest it is that hot. The sun beating onto my arms, glistening drops starting to form, my body temperature soaring, and if this is what it means to be in Sydney in January, all I can say is:
Roll on my birthday month April pretty please
I was clearing out some branches, when suddenly I felt this awful sting and noticed something fly away.
Sure enough. I got stung!
Question is, it wasn’t a bee, so what was it?
God Bless America.
And the World.
That is all 😳
The first time a connection with someone new is made, there is a clean slate between those two people. There is nothing on the slate, the connection is unwritten. And from that single moment, the image begins to form.
Pictures.
Drawings.
Sketches.
Lines.
Colors.
Blacks.
Whites.
Emotions.
All these things merge to form a bigger picture. And after a while, we may like what we see. Or not. Does the image presented before us make us happy? Does it uplift? Does it encourage?
Or does it drain and destroy and suck energy and make us want to resist? If it does, perhaps for our own sanity we need to walk away. I hate closing doors. It is against my nature.
Perhaps this is my lesson?
As an outsider looking in, there is only one solution and it is clear. No Trump or Clinton, but Michelle for POTUS. That is all.
Okay, I’m down to three, and for the life of me I can’t decide! Birthday shopping Vonita-style, they each have their own card and wrapping paper. All with return vouchers so I can obsess in comfort.
So, A (florabotanica 100ml), B (Issey Miyake Pure with gift box 90ml), C (FlowerBomb teeny weeny 30mls with gift box), or D (flowerbomb 50ml but no gift box)? All similar values.
Help! Which one!
(My friend is in age range 45-49 if that makes a difference?)
Poems and Petals 