Anyone who has seen my Facebook posts this week is probably curious about why I would want to host a trunk party for Noonday Collection when the only thing I’m usually accessorized with are children and left over breakfast food. I put on a pair of earrings the other day and Sammy said, “Wow, mommy, you look like a princess. Now go put on pretty shoes and brush your hair.” I’m the antithesis of the accessory crazy girly-girl.
Also, I have no interest in becoming a Noonday Ambassador, though it’s probably a cool venture if you are interested in that sort of thing. I am bowing out of my part-time job at a library that I have enjoyed for almost three years because my full focus needs to be on D and the kiddies. I plan on writing, trying to carve out a niche freelancing if that work outs, but I don’t plan on taking on another form of employment in the near future if possible. It’s hard to commit to be anywhere but managing Ramirez, Inc. right now.
So, why would a non-girly girl not seeking a financial incentive who also can occasionally be an anti-social introvert want a bunch of people in her messy house looking at jewelry and purses?
I like Noonday, and I don’t find a ton of companies these days doing things I like.
I want to be a part of helping marginalized people work using their gifts and talents. I would rather send my dollars their way than up the chain of corruption most places offer.
I want to set an example for my kids that it makes a difference where I spend the money God gave me and that seemingly little things matter.
I want to feel like even in this stage of life where I don’t feel as “out there” participating because I am home educating and playing and keeping fingers out of electrical sockets that what I do can still make a difference.
Also, this would be an excuse to get together with friends I have put on hold because they haven’t been right in front of my face every day and four other tiny people always needing food have.
Even as a non-girly girl, I can get excited about pretty stuff, and if I’m going to spend money on anything, I’d like to know where the money is going and that it is meaningful. Plus, I have a couple of birthdays and white elephant Christmas gifts coming up. Instead of pacing through Target a week before the events panicked, frustrated, muttering, “Where do you go to learn to shop?” I will have items I love already wrapped and ready, and I know the people receiving them will love them. (Ladies in the family, get ready to THROW DOWN over the white elephant gift I will be bringing!)
So, I hope that clears up any confusion. I knew when Wren saw me in a nightgown and thought I was wearing a dress and ready for an evening on the town that further explanation must be provided. I’m low maintenance maybe to the point of being borderline sloth-like about appearance, but perhaps after spending dough on precious, meaningful items that directly help others live dignified lives, someone can teach me how to accessorize.