True kraft envelopes are coming!  They should be here by Monday, so exciting! I searched long and hard for REAL kraft envelopes with pointed flaps, which seemingly didn’t exist so I had them made. I since have seen them on the open market (I can’t attest to the quality) but trust me they were nowhere to be found when I went about this treasure hunt. I could have just bought existing ones, there are some pretty kraft type envelopes out there and I did find some kraft envelopes with straight flaps, but I had my heart set on pointed flaps.  Don’t ask me why, I have no idea why I wanted them so badly.  I could have easily settled and got the kraft look-a-likes or gone and bought the straight flaps, but easy and I don’t go together, difficult and out of control and I do. That’s the way of my world.  They arrive soon and will be in the shop just as fast, they are a really nice color kraft-not too yellow, gray or red.  They are darker than my boxes, but just a tinge and they are much thicker than what I found in the straight flapped variety. To me they are a very true kraft and for that I am happy (I hope you will be too).


I added some more stamps to the shoppe yesterday. I think I photographed and edited for about 21hours straight (I did stop for lunch, thank goodness). Speaking of straight I realized that my ability to align items when I style is way off. The majority of those hours was spent trying to make things look less lopsided. I wanted to give up about a thousand times but I know myself too well if I did then I would just get distracted by something shiny. I am happy to add new items even when I get overwhelmed by how many I still have to upload, it’s exciting for me to see which designs people are gravitating towards. There isn’t a clear favorite that I can see yet, I know in my last shop it was my manatee card which yes, is coming back, most of the Bella Bella Co. cards will be added to Besotted Brand but as a set. Shipping one off cards was not the thrill I thought it would when I first started but I know I will be over the moon to offer the sets and those sweet manatee’s will be able to go to good manatee loving homes (but of course).


This is the love of my life. The life of my love.  My end all be all. My ball and chain.  My future groom. He makes me laugh a lot.  Yesterday we had lunch together, something we haven’t been able to do in weeks because I have been gallivanting across the country.  I mentioned that I needed to make my appointments for my test run hair and make-up for the wedding (in a couple weeks!).  He didn’t quite understand this concept but I explained that I wanted to make sure that my hair and make-up were how I imagined prior to d-day. I went back to work after lunch and was busy in my studio when I heard the Fancy call, “Hey hon, I just did my test hair for the wedding”. I walked into the other room and the above is what I saw. I nearly pee’d my pants.  He thought he looked very Great Gatsby.  I thought he looked like a gigolo out of the 1970’s. I had the camera around my neck and asked him to give me some sexy model poses and he was only too happy to oblige. Yes, this is the man I am going to marry. Sigh.


I have much to write about on this Monday morn, but to tell you the truth I had no idea it was Monday until 11:55 p.m. last night and I realized in a state of panic that I may miss my Monday a.m. post.  No can do. I will be at a photo shoot all day (again not for me) and will have spotty reception so I will have to come back to my train of thought here later or catch the Tuesday train as the case may be.  I had an amazing weekend filled with International orders, a couple stateside but exotic domestic locales like New Orleans, which ought to international since it has such flair. I was feeling so grateful, ecstatic (and maybe a wee bit exhausted) on my drive home from the airport on Friday night that I  just started crying big unattractive tears that left my heavily mascara’d lashes dripping on my cheeks, so pretty. These were not tears of despair mind you but of complete elation.  I am so grateful for all the support from everyone, even the postal workers were being supportive of my new endeavor.  To say I am happy would be a gross understatement I am over the moon thrilled.  I wasn’t even sure I could be this happy without shoes or baby bunnies being involved. Who knew?  So please accept this post as a small, but sincere thank you.


I am certainly as exhausted as I have ever been.  Tonight will mark the last event for my ‘old’ life and in a way ring in my new one. I am pretty excited about the latter, the former well it is all very bittersweet. This is a huge event in terms of time and toil and I do hope it goes smoothly for my own sake, yes, you have to look out for numero uno, especially when the people that hired you for said event don’t give a flying frock about you. Speaking of frocks, I am having a fashion melt down.  I wish I was wearing a number like the one pictured above, but alas I am wearing a rather boring black sheath for the zillionth time and have to forgo a manicure.  Chipped nail polish looks quite lovely on the likes of the Olsen twins, but looks quite hideous on moi. I don’t have enough hours in this day to fit in a quickie and am hoping that the room is dim enough that my hangnails don’t upstage the rest of my ensemble.  I find it rather amusing that I actually thought I would be able to meet some of the people I stalk on the internet  while I am here in San Francisco like Melissa of Reverie Daydream, Anne from City Sage or the genius behind Divine Twine–Whitney, let alone my God parent’s.  I barely had a chance to eat last night. I have a very warped sense of time, almost like a time superiority complex, I think I have all the time in the world and then realize I don’t have any at all and am basically a time pauper.  The reality of it is quite jarring, sigh.  So wish me luck tonight, I will need it, to keep my sanity in check.  I think I may be able to manage as there is a light at the end of this tunnel and it looks like it is quite bright….