Tuesday, October 17, 2017

The Birthday Party That Never Happened


Did you notice it's October?  Two months after the kid's birthday and eight months after we would normally have this conversation?

*taps mic*


One of the biggest events on the island has come and gone with no word... no celebration... no annual blog parade of party planning, goodies or excitement.

My kid turned 11.  We didn't have a party.

Seriously, how does that happen on this here island dedicated to all things party planning?  How did the planner NOT have a party for her daughter's birthday?  Her final birthday before middle school at that.

Well, it's a long story and I'll start with saying that we did plan for a party.  An awesome party.  A farewell party of epic proportions too.  The kid had one request: she wanted this to be her first sleepover birthday party.  She gave me freedom to plan and freedom to do whatever I felt would make for a good time.  She finally said it.

"I trust you, mom.  Everything you do for me is great."

Now, y'all know this was epic. There was no random theme... no crazy challenges or colors... just *exhales adoringly* do whatever I wanted.  I thought about it for a long time.  With my freedom to plan and to do whatever, I had no reason to stress.  It was all on me.  I decided to proceed with a Magic of Friendship theme.  Unicorns and rainbows, stars and glitter, watercolor pastels... this was going to be an awesome party.

With the theme, I designed the invitations.

First, the overnight guests were OFFICIALLY invited as members of the Farewell Squad!  In addition to the Farewell Squad sleepover, we planned to have family and friends over for a farewell BBQ at a friend's AirBnB property.

Monday, October 16, 2017

A Green Eggs and Ham Baby Shower

It is very difficult to sever ties after the planning of a major life event like a wedding. In the case of Faye and her big day, I handled a lot of tasks before the wedding (graphics design, vendor recommendations, advice on daily tasks, etc.); we spent a lot of time pulling her wedding together.  As a matter of fact, you may recall her wedding from June 2015 (read more here).

Faye's married name is Green.  Everything on her social media accounts is #teamGreen or #Gmen or #theGreenteam... you get the point, right?  When it was time to plan her shower, her family decided on a Green Eggs and Ham theme.  I didn't receive the Facebook invite until the week of but I reached out and offered support.  I was asked to provide favors and anything I could spare for decor.

Islanders, I wasn't sure of the theme but I slept on it and woke with some ideas.  I said.  I wasn't sure.  NOT that I didn't like it.  OR that it wasn't great... I just have a love-hate relationship with out-of-the-box events.  I love when people are unique and different and innovative but -- dang!  I also... can appreciate and [admit that I often times...] just long for a typical blue baby shower... I feel like sometimes some people just do the most.  Whatever happened to simpler times?... said NO event planner ever. BUT.  Well, still.

Anyhoo, once I realized my angle for the designs, I became excited and I got to work.  I only had a few days after all.  I am super excited to share the outcome so, here goes!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

The Summer 2017 Event Marathon

If you follow me on Instagram, you may recognize the above photo from my story.  If you still don't follow me, did you know you're missing out on a DAILY dose of Island happenings?  Anyhoo, I posted the above photo because my story was crazy in the weeks leading up to the big move.  All of those events on top of finalizing the moving company pickup, and preparing for school scheduled to start August 10th made me move at lightning speed!

It was crazy, I was a crafting machine.  I was on FIRE!  Things were just coming together effortlessly.  We will start with the baby shower client.  It was such a unique theme and the post will include some FREE printables.  Come back tomorrow for more!

Saturday, October 14, 2017

5 Lessons for Surviving A Big Move

Hi and bye, beloved Islanders.

That's right.  Hi because we haven't chatted in quite awhile.  Bye because, well, I am coming to you from our new place... in a new state... NOT where you're used to seeing me.

I know.  My family.  My littles.  My friends.  My businesses.  Home staging.  Event planning.  Graphics.  Moves.  Tabitha, you were making moves.

No, seriously.  You guys probably didn't go all the way there but, dammit.  I did!  I didn't want to move.  I avoided it for over a year.  He got a new job.  He went away for training.  He received an assigned location.  It was nearly 1,000 miles away from home.  Home.  What good is home if you're not with the ones you love?  He hoped we would relocate.  I refused.  We stayed, the kid and I that is.  The kid completed fifth grade with bi-monthly visits from him.  We rented out the big house.  We continued to rent the investment townhouse.  I moved into another townhouse and there, I made a beautiful home while also staging the home for sale.  After a year of consideration and emotional reconstruction (and begging and pleading from him), I agreed to relocate.

I decided to move.  Away.  From everyone I loved.

I decided to move.  Away.  To do what I believed to be best for my family.  Most importantly, best for me.

Of course a move wouldn't be complete without a marathon of events.  We'll cover those in the next few posts.  Today, let's just recover from the news of the big move (as we like to call it). I had to purge about 75% of my belongings.  I loaded my garage with everything I thought I could part with... then, I opened my doors and allowed neighbors to come and take things off of my walls and to drag furniture out my home... at no cost.  It was a lot.  It was stressful.  It was bitter... burned like shots of hot sauce.  It was bitter alright... but it was sweet.  I was parting with things I bought to furnish our 'forever home' and I loved every piece - the uniqueness, the beauty, the story behind the hunt to find it.  I was stressed.  I was scared.  I was worried.  I was also learning important lessons.

1.  Never say forever.  Things come and go.  You never know where life will take you.  NEVER say forever.  In reference to a person, place, or thing.

2.  There's great reward in the art of removal.  For me, clutter removal was freeing.  If I didn't use it in a year, I wouldn't miss it.  I could always buy new if/when I needed an item.

3.  Learn to accept help.  I tried to do it all alone.  I realized I needed my support.  They knew it and they didn't judge me for waiting until the last minute to ask for it.  Y'all are the real MVPs.

4.  Appreciate your circle.  Members of my inner circle were worth their weight in gold. No, platinum; they were worth their weight in platinum.  I cried, I shut down, I disappeared, I bought new stuff when I was downsizing.  My circle rode the crazy train with me no matter the stop at which I needed them to meet me.

5.  Good coffee is critical.  Yep, coffee is a requirement.  Food... eh, I guess.  Coffee?! I will snatch your eyeball from its socket and use it to play jacks if you THINK of coming between me and my coffee.

There were other lessons... hard lessons.  I said goodbye to my beloved fur baby on the journey.  We'll have that moment too.  I just can't bring myself to open those emotions yet.  Soon... but not yet.  For now, if you know me, you know my BIG move was a marathon of busy, mixed with a bit of LOL, some heartfelt moments, drama, and more.  I'll share the Instagram story from the journey, complete with all 10 emotional stops on the farewell tour.

Stay tuned,

The Birthday Party That Never Happened

Islanders, Did you notice it's October?  Two months after the kid's birthday and eight months after we would normally have this co...

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