Why Wait?

“We wait all week for Friday.

We wait all year for summertime.

Why are we waiting? What are we waiting for? The time to make it happen is now.”

-Chrissy, spin instructor

“There are two things I’ve meant to tell you to preserve –

your lips and  your handwriting.” 

– 2017 advice from my mother

If I wait to moisturize and protect, my lips age and wrinkle.

If I wait to use my handwriting in this day and age of typing, my penmanship suffers and fades.

If I wait to launch my dream, the idea stalls and disappears.

If I postpone my dream with lip service, waiting for tomorrow, I’m left with an undeveloped idea.

My mother’s getting older, why would I ever make her wait!

Introducing:

RP Stillworks’ greeting cards –

Professional images on mighty fine card stock

wherein all you have to add is your handwriting –

Show your loved ones, your clients, your prospective bosses, your babysitters, your friends how much you care with a handwritten note – note cards don’t arrive via email to sit in an inbox and wait, instead, they arrive, immediately enhancing a personal space.

Harmony achieved; preserving penmanship and advancing a dream beyond lip service.

Why Wait!?

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“That possibility absolutely exists.”

-shopping cart launches on June 22, 2017

 

 

Heaven on a Stick

Don’t blame the fence, blame the gardener.

White picket fences don’t just happen.

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“That’s heaven on a stick!”

– Mrs. Jane Young, my first boss.

Mrs. Young liked perfection.

One Saturday in 1985, I arrived to work at 8 AM, and Mrs. Young gave me the day’s instructions.

“I’d like you to organize and display all the sterling silver and crystal in the display cases.”

She pointed to the hand-carved, mahogany, floor-to-ceiling shelving behind the waist-high, enclosed glass jewelry sales cabinets.  I knew from a prior conversation that Mrs. Young adored the cabinetry since it was a family heirloom and it was the primary design fixture of her family-owned jewelry store.

With no further instructions, she left for the day.

To say I was intimidated, at age 16, handling the fine silver and crystal and placing the valuables in the gargantuan, cherished cabinetry, is an understatement.

I worked a straight 8 hours, right through my lunch hour. I remember being a nervous wreck the entire day –

Am I leaving fingerprints?

Is that too high?

Does that look good next to this or does this look good next to that?  

Is this lighting going to help this sell? 

Fifteen minutes before the 5 PM close, Mrs. Young entered the store.

Arriving in her blue, crisply-ironed pantsuit with a silk, floral scarf tied at her neckline, she, an ex-NYC runway model, was exquisite looking, and she, herself, downright intimidating.

She gazed at the shelves, inspecting the design, and as I recall, after only 2 minutes or so, she looked me in the eye and gave her appraisal,

“This looks like crap. Now let me show you how it should be done.”

We worked overtime, transforming what I had made look like crap into what Mrs. Young expected and envisioned.

And on that day, I learned a valuable life lesson.

We may think we know what perfection looks like, but it takes more than hard work.

It’s takes listening, learning, accepting criticism, and paying attention to detail, plus a whole lot of practice.

It also takes heart, respect,

and a whole lot of desire,

and if it has true value and worth

we may have to focus for an entire day – maybe even weeks, months and years –

if it’s going to be deemed

“heaven on a stick!”

“That’s heaven on a stick!” (not “that looks like crap,”) has stuck with me since my inaugural design day in Mrs. Young’s jewelry store.

Mrs. Young left her perfect mark on me, and I credit Mrs. Young for teaching me a secret of sales –

how do you make others want what you have?

Invest in good gardeners.

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(Em)Powerlifting

 

“You’re back, girl!”

– Justin, Soul Cycle, Palo Alto

He didn’t know he was speaking directly to me, as the beat dropped in the roomful of riders, but in my mind, his encouraging welcome back was like a welcome home, speaking directly to my 50-year-old legs I’d seemingly retired from cycling.

Justin’s words lifted my spirit and my rusty legs, carrying me to a place where I felt I could fly –

There’s no better exercise than lifting others up.

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