The Air Pocket Compulsion

i don't think that i am able to walk past a sheet of bubble wrap without having to stop but the question is whether i or you for that matter, can stop at the first balloon? yes, i will admit of being guilty when it comes to NOT being able of walking away but i'm wondering then if i would feel like i didn't do my civic duty to the 'bubble'.

it all begins with the gentle pressing in of the very first one and then waiting to hear that burst of air that makes you feel like you are jumping out of your skin with anticipation. from there it just turns into a frenzy of twisting, turning and squishing about so it almost sounds like popcorn jumping around in a hot oiled pan. 

but then there comes the feeling of panic, dreadfulness and even anxiety as you find yourself at that last blister. you know the one, that one that makes your heart slow down and your fingers to freeze up just incase you can't stop in time and you end up making that last move too soon. and then it happens you hold your breath, close your eyes tightly and try to lavish this very and last final pop before it is time to walk away as there is no further reason to stay.

Having to Say 'Goodbye'

So, okay....I get the whole big picture thing, really I do. I understand that I make Flower Petals Faeries and that these said Flower Petal Faeries are for sale. I get it!!

But, this past week I made my first sale to someone that I didn't know, or wasn't a friend of a friend, or a family member or or or....this sale was to a complete stranger.

Which remember, I get it. I make Flower Petal Faeries and that they are for sale.

I have a website, Etsy, Twitter, Facebook, Flickr, Pinterest and this blog.....all advertising that I make Flower Petal Faeries and that they are for sale.

So my reading audience....tell me this....why did I go through 3 days of anxiety, withdrawal symptoms and separation issues for 2 wee little faeries that I had to loving fill out their guardianship papers, gently place them on top of the crinkled paper and slowly, ever so slowly close the lid. Then I bawled!

All of the those bad 'what if' questions just started to pour into my head and there was NO stopping them. What if they had a cat that would be allowed to paw at them, knock them over and go hide them under a bed somewhere? What if they had a dog that just ate them? What if they had put them away on the back end of a shelf just to collect dust? What if they didn't like them and they just tossed them into the garbage? What if? What if? What if? What if?

After holding my breath for long enough....off I went on Tuesday morning and said my final farewells through a packing box and then into their individual boxes. So long Faerie Jewel. So long Faerie Goldie. I love you with everything that I am. I will miss you. Please take care. Please know that all of the other little Faeries in the nursery will miss you.

Good bye.