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Authors: Nancy Naigle
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you talking to that girl. She’s new around here, isn’t she?”
“Oh yeah. Sweet girl. She’s from out of town.” Lara pulled the change purse from her apron pocket. “Look at what she made for me. It’s made totally out of old candy wrappers. Is it absolutely adorable, or what?”
Carolanne took the handcrafted item from Lara and turned it over in her hands. “Did she make that purse she carries, too? Those things sell for hundreds of dollars in the city.”
“She did. I’d never seen anything like it before. I mean, we used to turn gum wrappers into key chains in camp when I was a kid, but I never thought anyone ever made nothin’ else from them. I’ve been saving potato chip bags for her. She’s working on some project using potato chip bags with the foil inside.”
Carolanne held up the change purse. “It’s great. I bet Jill would love to have these for sale in the artisan center.”
Lara’s eyes widened. “That would be great. I get the feeling Gina is a little short on cash. I’ll tell her to contact Jill next time she stops by.”
“Great. Or tell her to stop by and see me. I gave her my business card the other day. I met her at the Gazette and showed her to the library. She’ll remember.”
Lara tugged the towel from her waistband and swept an area of the counter clear. “I gotta run, girl. Eat up.”
Carolanne finished her breakfast and then walked back down to the office, looking forward to the short day and the afternoon at the auction with Connor.
Once she cleared all the work from her desk, she sat there thinking about some of the things she needed to change in her life. She opened a new page in her notepad and wrote balance across the top. There was something to be said about life balance; she preached it to others all the time. Not that she practiced what she preached. Her whole life centered around her work.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling with the slower pace. Maybe Connor’s right about me needing other things in my life. But what? Work has always been enough.
The words painted around the yoga studio played in her mind. She closed her eyes and thought about them and what she’d tell someone else about life balance.
Health. Family. Work. Play. Friends. Give.
She eyed the list and crossed out the words family and play , then reluctantly the word give . I’m healthy. But then, she knew being healthy and living healthy were not the same thing. She crossed that one out, too. Two out of six wasn’t a winning combination.
Health. Family. Work. Play. Friends. Give.
I’ve got work to do.
She crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in the trash can next to her desk. Then she leaned over and retrieved the wadded paper and smoothed it back out. Health will be easy. I already have that time to meet with Anita on Monday for the yoga. I could do some walking.
Family. Even looking at that word was hard.
Harsh realities. Jill was right. I’ve never been good at dealing with them.
Carolanne folded the piece of paper and stuck it in her front pocket, then Googled information on the estate auction in Hale’s Vineyard. There were tons of items listed. She scrolled through some of them, then stopped and looked at the jewelry. Some of the pieces appeared to be quite old. She glanced at her watch. Connor would be back any time—why not close up early for the day?
Chapter Seven
Carolanne raised her number in the air for the fourth time in a row.
Connor nudged her. “Is that necklace worth that much money?”
“I have absolutely no idea.” She threw her bidder number up again. “It’s worth exactly what I’m willing to pay, right?” Carolanne leveled her stare on the bleached-blonde woman standing next to the fat guy who kept trying to outbid her on the antique pendant. “At this point, it’s the principle!”
Been there, done that. Connor laughed. “All righty, then. Don’t get swept up in the competition of it, or you could way overspend.”
“Don’t spoil my
“Oh yeah. Sweet girl. She’s from out of town.” Lara pulled the change purse from her apron pocket. “Look at what she made for me. It’s made totally out of old candy wrappers. Is it absolutely adorable, or what?”
Carolanne took the handcrafted item from Lara and turned it over in her hands. “Did she make that purse she carries, too? Those things sell for hundreds of dollars in the city.”
“She did. I’d never seen anything like it before. I mean, we used to turn gum wrappers into key chains in camp when I was a kid, but I never thought anyone ever made nothin’ else from them. I’ve been saving potato chip bags for her. She’s working on some project using potato chip bags with the foil inside.”
Carolanne held up the change purse. “It’s great. I bet Jill would love to have these for sale in the artisan center.”
Lara’s eyes widened. “That would be great. I get the feeling Gina is a little short on cash. I’ll tell her to contact Jill next time she stops by.”
“Great. Or tell her to stop by and see me. I gave her my business card the other day. I met her at the Gazette and showed her to the library. She’ll remember.”
Lara tugged the towel from her waistband and swept an area of the counter clear. “I gotta run, girl. Eat up.”
Carolanne finished her breakfast and then walked back down to the office, looking forward to the short day and the afternoon at the auction with Connor.
Once she cleared all the work from her desk, she sat there thinking about some of the things she needed to change in her life. She opened a new page in her notepad and wrote balance across the top. There was something to be said about life balance; she preached it to others all the time. Not that she practiced what she preached. Her whole life centered around her work.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling with the slower pace. Maybe Connor’s right about me needing other things in my life. But what? Work has always been enough.
The words painted around the yoga studio played in her mind. She closed her eyes and thought about them and what she’d tell someone else about life balance.
Health. Family. Work. Play. Friends. Give.
She eyed the list and crossed out the words family and play , then reluctantly the word give . I’m healthy. But then, she knew being healthy and living healthy were not the same thing. She crossed that one out, too. Two out of six wasn’t a winning combination.
Health. Family. Work. Play. Friends. Give.
I’ve got work to do.
She crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in the trash can next to her desk. Then she leaned over and retrieved the wadded paper and smoothed it back out. Health will be easy. I already have that time to meet with Anita on Monday for the yoga. I could do some walking.
Family. Even looking at that word was hard.
Harsh realities. Jill was right. I’ve never been good at dealing with them.
Carolanne folded the piece of paper and stuck it in her front pocket, then Googled information on the estate auction in Hale’s Vineyard. There were tons of items listed. She scrolled through some of them, then stopped and looked at the jewelry. Some of the pieces appeared to be quite old. She glanced at her watch. Connor would be back any time—why not close up early for the day?
Chapter Seven
Carolanne raised her number in the air for the fourth time in a row.
Connor nudged her. “Is that necklace worth that much money?”
“I have absolutely no idea.” She threw her bidder number up again. “It’s worth exactly what I’m willing to pay, right?” Carolanne leveled her stare on the bleached-blonde woman standing next to the fat guy who kept trying to outbid her on the antique pendant. “At this point, it’s the principle!”
Been there, done that. Connor laughed. “All righty, then. Don’t get swept up in the competition of it, or you could way overspend.”
“Don’t spoil my
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