Love, Shanette: One More Chance . . . Where has the time gone?

We are all given second chances, one way or another in our life. I'm the type of person to give second chances and keep giving. I rarely ask. But this time...I asked. I begged and pleaded. I wanted it so bad I could taste it. . . 5250 miles away. I knew it was the only way to keep my sanity. I've never wanted a second chance so much before. I was wrong, I'll admit it. That's why I needed a another chance. To prove I was wrong and I knew it. More like a 1000th chance but who's counting? This time I was really going to lose all I had. I bled my heart for this chance, I gave it my all...even though I may have looked crazy doing it. I know what I want and when I want it bad enough, I'll do whatever it takes. I am a very passionate person and sometimes it comes off as crazy or irrational but there is no price for a second chance. Not a million dollars could get you a REAL second chance. Especially when you know it's worth fighting for. I am also a hopeless romantic and I'm not cut out for certain things...but I try nonetheless. Needless to say, I got that 1001st chance. It's my last chance but it's a chance. A chance for happiness, love, a future, life, a chance to start new and get back what was lost. I'm at the end of my rope and I'm tying a knot and holding on for dear life. Things don't always happen the way we want them to but it's in our nature to want to come out of it in tact. Nobody wants to be broken.




So, to my second chance, thanks for coming around. Thanks for listening to me kick and cry and scream until you couldn't take it anymore. Thanks for believing what's in my heart. I know I've let you down before, second chance, but no more. You have my word, my heart and my love. I am grateful today and everyday forward that you chose to stick around one last time and let me prove to you what I know is meant to be. It will be a chance to remember, a chance of a lifetime and a chance we can tell the grandkids one day. Hope is not dead, I never thought it was. It's just hard to find sometimes. But, if you look harder and scream and cry and fight your way through, you will find it. Just don't lose it, because once you lose hope, its so hard to find. So, second chance, here's to you. Thank you from the bottom of my semi-broken heart and my bruised soul. Thank you for agreeing to help me heal and try again. You won't regret it.



-Love, Shanette

It's been a while....

I know it's been awhile but I've been exhausted physically working two jobs sometimes 7 days a week and emotionally exhausted. I think I'm going to use this post to vent a little and I did find some great inspiration photos I want to share so after my venting, I will post some pictures to get back into the mood of being inspired.

Let me just tell you a little about myself, in case you don't know. I need to get back to when I was serene and in control. I'm not in control anymore and it's driving me crazy. I used to be so in control. It's just that it's not my personality to let go of control. I guess you could also say I'm very stubborn. I wear my heart on my sleeve, if I'm upset, you will know. I don't pretend and I don't play games. I'm far too old honey. The friends I have are people who I have been there for and who have been there for me. I don't have very many friends because I don't trust easily. The friends I do have, I have known for a long time. Not just people I met yesterday and although I like meeting new people, it takes alot to get me to give my time to someone I just met. The people who get my time are the people who have given me theirs. It's all about respect. So if you're not going to respect me, I will let you know and don't expect me to be there next time you call. I just don't know where respect has gone. Kids don't respect their parents, people don't respect their elders and friends don't respect their friends. Girls backstab and boys toture. It's just getting sad. So when I find someone who respects me, I don't let go because thats a sign of true character. Treat others the way you want to be treated. It's that simple. That black and white. That set in stone. If you don't want to be talked about behind your back, then don't talk about others. If you want someone to be there for you, be there for them. If you want people to respect you, respect them. If you want someone to listen to you, then listen to them. Any questions? Good.

Inspiration. I can't produce when I'm stressed or upset. It sucks. But pictures help and turning my phone off helps and stepping away from the social networking shit helps. Ugh, why do we have to be availability 24/7. Sometimes, you need a break. And I'm ready to take a week off!

xxx

Haus of Shay

I love vintage things. I love things with a history. Things that have been through life. So, naturally antique and vintage stores are my get-away from life. I've always loved the shabby chic look of houses and I will one day own a vintage house made in the 1920's preferably. I read that when times are tough, people tend to turn back to the nostalgic. I think it provides a sort of comfort for when things were stable and life was easy. I always feel as if I was born in the wrong time period. I fantasize of what it would be like to be born in the day and age when Kings and Queens ruled the world and when Native Americans had free range of the land. But, if we are going to be completely honest, I would like to live after the time of anesthesia. I don't do pain. I can't imagine if I needed a tooth pulled or something removed from my body...but I'm drifting. I have a keen eye for beautiful things that others wouldn't necessarily see by just looking at it. You have to have a sort of knack for finding things that look old and useless and make a use for them. Nowadays, alot of vintage things are used as decorations because their functionality is no longer valuable. To me, vintage pieces that are broken have character. Everything breaks eventually. How they broke is the interesting part. So, when I spends hours in antique malls, consignment stores and thrift markets, I'm letting my imagination run wild. It's hard for me because everything can be beautiful. I can find a use for an antique broken tile or a rusted key or a tattered scarf.

All that being said, I decided to indulge myself. I love fashion, I love jewelry and I love sharing these with others. So, I created Haus of Shay. Currently housed at Etsy.com, it's a mix up of vintage things I've either found in perfect condition with no alterations needed or broken and lost pieces that could be created to make new pieces. I love creating things and making things with my hands. I have become somewhat obsessed, seeking out other antique stores and malls to see what I can find and take home to create. Currently,
I have over 100 items on Etsy for immediate sale and probably an equal anount of items not yet ready for sale but almost finished. Everything, ready or not, can be found on my Facebook page, http://www.facebook.com/pages/Haus-of-Shay. Also, I've decided to share some pictures on my blog. So please take a look here, on Etsy and on my Facebook page for all items and for ways to purchase and for ways to communicate with me. I am open for all questions.

Stay classy and thanks for stopping by. XX

Dear God, can I have?

Dear God, can I have the following? P.S. And can I have Kate Moss' life....without the coke?

All pictures are from http://becauseimaddicted.net/

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