Day 155: Got My Numbers Back...

Ok, so the table number you see in the picture above were the type of table numbers that were used at Armen's party... (if you don't already know by now...) I bought the pieces, spray painted them, and put them together... We had 10 tables, so... 10 spray painted numbers... 10 wire hangers... 10 gold ribbons... and... 2 spray cans... oh, and a pair of spray paint destructed lungs...
But, the outcome was worth it... I thought they looked good. I am not blabbing away about unnecessary table numbers... here is the story behind them...
So, since I made them, I gave them to the flower lady to set up on the day of the event... and, honestly, after that day, I had no other use for them, so, I packed them away with the rest of the flower lady's stuff, and, decided to give them to her to use for the events she'll be working on in the future...
That's nice, right? Well, listen to this... I had to drop the stuff off to her today, but I picked up my mom beforehand, then, drove to flower shop. I got there, but the flower lady wasn't there yet, so I texted her letting her know that I'd be leaving the stuff by the door for her... As I set the stuff by the door, my mom opened the passenger door and started asking me questions about leaving it there and what I was actually leaving for her... I, kind of, ignored her, and told her that leaving it there would be fine, "Don't worry mom, it'll be fine..." So, I sat in the car and started driving... she looked over at me and said, "What was in that blue IKEA bag?" as if she knew what I was giving away... I answered, "the table numbers..." hoping she would say, "OK" and get over it. She heard my reply and opened the door to the car, while the car was in drive... She started cussing at me in Armenian and jumped out of the car as she started walking back to the flower shop to get the numbers back. (as if she was going to use it for her wedding the next day...) I just looked at her in shock and put the car in reverse following her... I started laughing as I pulled the passenger window down and heard that she was still cussing at me... she looked over at me going in reverse and started to laugh as well... it was the funniest scene I had been apart of in a long time... The funniest part was that, as I was in reverse, I realized that the flower lady was coming towards my car wanting to say "Hello." I turned and watched my mom as she went towards the flower shop entrance, grabbed the IKEA bag, and started walking back towards the car... and, to take the attention away from her, I got out of the car, and began to make conversation with the flower lady, who, I think, hardly noticed we had just taken her numbers back from her...
As we sat back in the car, I started to explain to my mom that the flower lady could've used that, and, now, we have to store in the garage and waste extra space. She replied, "No, I don't understand how you spend so much of your time making things, and, you can, so easily, just give it away like that... it doesn't make any sense to me." I said, "Mom, we're not gonna use it! What are you gonna do with it?" She replied, "I'm going to use it..." with a stubborn look on her face... "I'm going to... going to ... hang in on my ears... it's none of your business what I do with it!" I just looked at her, looked in the backseat at the blue bag, and, started to laugh at the whole situation. It was pretty funny...
20 minutes ago, I was sitting here, thinking about posting, and, she came into the room wanting a hug... as she hugged me, I asked, "You okay with me writing about you today?" She said, "About what?" I replied, "About the numbers today..." as I laughed, and, she smiled, as she answered, "You can write about it, but make sure you write it the right way... let them know that I didn't let you drop that stuff off because it was your hard work, and, not because I didn't want you to give it to someone else. Give your own work value, or else, nobody else will!"

Tip of the Day: Value yourself and what you do, or else, nobody else will. Giving your talents and abilities away for free will make them seem like they're worth nothing...

So... we got our numbers back, and, they're sitting on the garage floor... in the same blue IKEA bag, which is where they'll stay until... my mom decides when she can let them go...