This week has been brutal. Beautifully brutal. 500 chocolates later, I have a new hobby (chocolate making) and a buzillion chocolate crumbs all over my house. I have everything from chocolate stained pants and shirts to towels and aprons. You name it, it has been covered in chocolate. I feel quite fortunate to have sold 500 chocolates this week. The inner passion that comes from the heart, not the head, has made itself known. These are the impulses in life you can not ignore. The ones that knock and don't go away when answered. These are the passions that seemed to be fueled by some boundless energy. I spent the entire week making fresh French chocolates and actually getting paid for it! (Have you ever seen the movie The Secret)....We get what we wish for.
Do any of you remember that fine pair of black boots that I put on my Santa Wish List a few weeks back? I do.. they looked like this. Hot, sexy over the knee black boots. Casual enough for work, but sassy with a pair of tights and a skirt. Take a look - Cute eh?
I just fell in love with these boots the minute I put them on. Franco Sarto (can you hear me)....I was dreaming of getting my hands on these boots come hell or high water. There was one caveat, they cost too much. I couldn't justify spending the cash. I whined about the boots to my husband, hoping he would cave and purchase them. These boots were going to be my the staple of my winter clothing wardrobe. I am not sure he had ever heard me whine for a piece of footwear. What to do when your wife whines for black leather boots? Good question!
When I lost the Pom Pomegranate Party competition (that is another story) and cried and shouted expletives at the top of my voice, my sweet husband went out to our local TJ Maxx to purchase the boots for me as a consolation prize. Sadly they were out of my size at the store. Just my luck! Nothing like rubbing salt into an already sore wound! So, I decided at that moment that the only way I was going to get those hot boots on my legs was by making chocolates and selling them for boot money. I did make chocolates, 500 of them, and suddenly, I could afford the boots. But now that I have the $$$, I am on to saving for something bigger... whatever that may be. (possibly a Nikon D 40) And just in case Franco Sarto happens to be reading my blog and feels that he would like to trade amazing French Chocolates for a pair of hot leather boots.... I wear a size 7.5 and prefer the black! A fair trade I do believe.
Love and Chocolates and A Pair of Black Boots