gerri nailed it

A week ago I posted and announced the “Nailed It!” 2nd Anniversary Giveaway and Contest here and on Facebook and Instagram. Participants were given one week to recreate one of the “before” looks in the post, send in a picture, make me laugh until milk came out of my nose or I peed my pants, all in the name of a chance to win fabulous prizes. The post was served to over 1,700 people on Facebook, so I expected to be flooded with entries, but I could have never imagined what would actually happen.


Yeah, y’all…deafening silence. I didn’t receive one single entry.

Expectations are something I thought I had given up on long ago, when my kids didn’t have the reactions I expected them to have Christmas morning. You know what I’m talking about. You search high and low for THE perfect gift, and play out not-yet-happened scenes of Christmas morning in your mind, shrieks of joy throughout the house over the best thing they’ve ever seen in their lives, all the while cozied up around the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa…

Instead they end up playing with the box it came in. Lol.

But honestly, I did have expectations for this contest. My friends had bought in to my idea and generously agreed to help me execute my vision.

Why am I telling you any of this?

Wouldn’t it be better for my “street cred” if I lied to you and told you that it was a gigantic success? Perhaps enlisting the help of another friend to submit something – anything for God’s sake – in order to make it look like it all worked? Wouldn’t that make me look successful and super awesome?

Maybe, but you might recall from an earlier post that authenticity is pretty darn important to me.

That’s not to say that I wasn’t initially upset by the results – or lack thereof. A lot of doubts were circling around in my brain, like buzzards around a wounded calf, just waiting to land and pick me apart.

To say I was a hot mess that morning would be a massive understatement. Yes friends, that morning I could be seen pacing, drinking mass quantities of coffee, still in my pj’s, hair uncombed and mumbling to myself. Had I been wandering the streets of small town, USA, you may have mistaken me for a homeless mental patient.

Then I realized the cats were out of food. Ugh.

The very last thing I wanted to do was get myself cleaned up, interact with others and go to the store. I mean, wallowing in self pity sounded like a MUCH better idea. I could have spent the entire day wondering what the H-E- double hockey sticks happened and completely over-thinking things.

I was numb from the experience, and that compounded with the fact that the cats were starving, made me suddenly fearful that if I didn’t go and get them some chow, it would lead to a “cats eat woman’s face off as she huddled in the fetal position in the corner of her home, catatonic and oblivious” headline in the local newspaper. Not a better option.

So, I gussied myself up {ie, threw on yoga pants and a bra, brushed my teeth and threw my hair in a ponytail} and headed off to the store.

And I was humbled.

After grabbing the cat food I headed off to the frozen section as I was in need of a loaf of bread. I wasn’t really conscious of anyone or anything around me, until – out of the corner of my eye – I saw a man in a wheelchair, holding on to a cart. He was in front of the frozen pizzas, just staring at the top shelf. People were moving past him in each direction as if he were completely invisible.

“Can I help you get something?” I asked. He smiled, shook his head yes and asked me to grab four of the frozen pizzas from the top shelf. He thanked me, I asked him if there was anything else he needed, he told me no and I was on my way. For the love of gravy, how long had he been sitting there? I cannot even imagine what was going through his mind. Mostly, “people suck,” would be my guess.

Wow. I was feeling like a complete turd all morning because people didn’t participate in my silly contest. In a matter of seconds, this dude put it all in perspective for me.

It’s ok. It’s not the end of the world. Sh*t happens and you move forward.

I live in such abundance that I completely take for granted things like being able to do my grocery shopping by myself. Or walking, for cripe’s sake. Point taken.

But then my day got even better.

I returned home, fed the cats so they wouldn’t chew my face off and decided to start working on an order I had received from a Facebook follower a few days prior. Now, don’t get freaked out by what I’m about to tell you. Often times when I get special orders from people, I will jump on their Facebook page to try to get a feel for them. No, I am not a stalker. It is vastly important to me that I try to get some indication of who you are, where you are…in order to put the right intention and energy in to the work. I hope that makes sense. I dig no deeper than to skim the first few posts on your timeline. It helps me to see you as a real human being, not just a name or email address and what you ordered.

Obviously I won’t get in to specifics of who this person is, but I did learn that they had recently lost a child who was in their early twenties. My heart broke for this person, and all of the sudden the words they had requested made complete and total sense.

And I was humbled again.

And I was crying again.

Just like earlier that morning, but for a completely different reason.

So the contest didn’t work, that’s ok. I have a lot of gratitude for the ability to have tried and to pull it off with the help of some truly exceptional friends. Thank you again to Gerri Talevich from Gerri’s Closet and Dawn Despoth-Frank from Dawn Marie Photography.

I will have contests and giveaways in the future, I haven’t been deterred by the experience.

In fact in retrospect, it gave me some much-needed perspective and helped me remember why I started stamping jewelry in the first place.

Making a connection with you through words. Making you laugh, hope, love, dream…and maybe even heal.

Nope, friends…I refuse to call this experience a failure.

For me it was a total win.

Peace, Love and Blessings to All…