Yes, we all have them. And yes, no matter who you are, or what
those days entail..they just happen. What I have found is that how
those days affect you, family, friends and even innocent strangers is all in your perspective.
I recently had one of
those days. It didn't start out that way...both of my wonderful kids got up for school and were ready before it was time..so nice :) My third child, Holly golden was excited as she used to get only one car ride in the mornings and now she gets two. Sent Mr. Cottage a lovely text letting him know the morning went swimmingly well.
I went to the shop and things were great! A busy weekend left the shop a little unkempt, but nothing too bad. Sherrie from A Ruffled Nest was working with me that morning, so life was good. I was working on the Annie Sloan Chalk Paint cabinet and was so excited to watch it transform from a heap of wood into a beautifully detailed cabinet. We chatted about the weekend, upcoming sales & markets, and enjoyed each others company while we worked. As the day came to an end, the cabinet wasn't finished, but was at a point that the paint could go back up. This is where my day became one of
those days where it all fell apart...literately.
There were only 6 quarts of paint left to put on the cabinet. I bent down to place 2 quarts on the bottom shelf and I heard a loud crashing sound. Not that I've heard this sound before, but something told me to run! And I did as best as I could...which in the shop, wasn't far nor fast. As I chose my steps carefully, I felt quarts of paint hitting my shoulder, arm, leg and feet and then the cold thick paint drip down my thigh while I slipped in my paint soked flip flops.
When the excitement settled, I turned around to see 46 quarts of paint lying in puddles of Emily, Paris Grey, Old White, Primer Red, Duck Egg Blue, Arles, and Henrietta. Still in shock, I stood there watching my beloved paint stain the carpet. I then realized, I needed to act fast if I were ever to get this mess cleaned up. Grabbing the phone with my paint laden hands, I called Laura from Whimsical Perspective and my good friend Julie. Laura and her Husband brought their shop vac and Julie fled her family to help me. I am so blessed! I have the most awesome friends!
As I started cleaning up the spill so loving referred to as the aftershock felt only at Carter's Cottage (As it was the day after the earth quake on the east coast) I amazingly wasn't too upset. Laura says I was strangely calm. At first, it was because I was starting to feel the bruising my body had taken from the 46 quarts of paint falling onto me. As we worked, I just kept thanking God that this happened after the shop closed. That it was me that was here and not one of my gals from the shop. That I was only bruised not broken. That the paint though expensive, it could be replaced. That my friends who have become family were only a phone call away. That my friend & neighbor Pam went to stay with my kids as Julie and I worked for many hours cleaning the carpet and putting the shop back together for the next day. That no other items in the shop were broken or destroyed from the accident.
You see, sometimes one of
those days are the days you realize how blessed you are.
Christie
