Yesterday (Thursday) I got a package unexpectedly.
I hadn't ordered anything, or been in any swaps recently, and the package was larger than a fabric packet from a bee member.
When I opened it, I found this.
A couple of months ago a fellow bee ran into some life changing problems. I offered to step in as the admin on a couple of groups. I didn't think anything of it, really. I even wrote off the fabric I had sent, assuming it was gone. Given what was going on in their life, I was totally okay with that.
The package also included my finished bee blocks.
This could not have been a more touching Thank You gift for me.
It doesn't seem like much, does it?
I shall explain.
We're not poor - we have high-speed internet, we always have food, and gas for the van.
I stay home with the kids, the Mr and I both work in an industry that we love, is seasonal by natural, and not always a sure thing.
Making ends meet at the end of the month is hard.
I am completely happy with the choices we've made.
In order to be happy, we've given up extras. The Mr and I haven't exchanged Christmas gifts in years, he doesn't golf, and I don't have a fabric budget.
The money for my fabric purchases comes from collected change, bottle returns, and any random cash that ends up at home.
If it's price tag is more than $10, it's not gonna happen.
If I want it just because it is pretty, it's not gonna happen.
I drool over the moda precuts.
I adore the designer fabric lines.
I love working with them when they get sent out in a bee.
I wouldn't ever buy one for myself.
I would talk myself out of it, buying yardage on clearance, grab bags, or fabric I need for gifts.
I have a hard time spending money on me.