The ladies of our jewelry group are getting serious. We meet weekly, currently on Friday afternoons and email every other day, sharing new ideas, helpful links, and all sorts of important information. One such pivotal conversation occurred at our last meeting:
As she patted her little son asleep on her shoulder, Ami said, "I want to work with chocolate pearls."
Collective "Oooooo's" resounded.
She continued, "I saw them online and I'm going to get some."
Amy replied, "I want to find chocolate shaped like pearls."
Then she paused.
"No." Her eyes wide at the idea, "I want to find beads shaped like cheese. Or cheese shaped like beads. That would be cool."
Meanwhile, my daughter, who is six, announced to Kathleen and then the rest of us that she had finished her whole bottle of dragon fruit flavored Vitamin Water.
Kathleen said, "Oh boy. Are you sure you can handle that?"
I responded, "Hmmm. That's a lot of Vitamin Water." And sure enough, not two minutes later she was on hands and knees in the hallway near where we met saying her stomach was hurting. Then, she vomited. And she vomited again. All over the floor.
Lynn has reminded us that when we partner together, miracles happen. And they do. This we do not doubt.
But chocolate also happens, as does cheese... and vomit.
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