Oh The Places You Will Go: 30+ Interesting facts about Springfield, Mass

And away we go!

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Interesting Fact Number 1:

  • SkinCatering is opening it’s 2nd location in Springfield, MA in November 2013!

Yes, you read that correctly! My team and I have the honor of supporting, and caring for, the busy people of Springfield, Massachusetts.

So where will we be exactly?

Tower Square is the name of this special building that will house our 1600 square foot spa & skincare operation.

It’s located in the heart of downtown Springfield at 1500 Main Street.  Attached to the Marriott Hotel, Sheraton Hotel, and Mass Mutual, Tower Square has a 3 level parking garage, food court, restaurant (Currents), private dining club (The Colony Club), sports bar (Champions) and best of all…it’s within walking distance for most of our existing clientele that work in the area!

I have a special love of Springfield, as this is where my grandparents were born and raised.

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The Original Candy Crush Saga

Creating a business plan to present to investors has me reflecting on my background as an entrepreneur and the skills I bring to the table.  

I laughed at the memory of being 10 years old:  While other people where playing with dolls, I was taking inventory of all my belongings and categorizing them as if it was a retail shop.

At 12, I started my very first business!  You probably wouldn’t be surprised to hear it was in sales.

You see, Dear Reader, in Junior High my parents wanted to teach me about financial responsibility.

To do this, they offered me a generous $10 a week allowance, in the hopes, I’m sure, that I would save up for going to the movies, buying teen stuff, or perhaps even Christmas.

But I didn’t.

I invested it in candy. Bazooka Joe bubblegum to be precise.

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For my entire Junior High School career, I bought the 5 cent gum and sold it for 10.

I had a couple of things going for me (or as my current Business Plan Consultant would say:  “My Strengths and Opportunities”).

  1. There was only one store in a good 10 mile radius (I lived in Nova Scotia, which is Scottish for “Middle-Of-Nowhere”)
  2. I was the kid who lived closest to that store (right across the street in fact)
  3. My bus ride to school was just about an hour long (captive audience!)
  4. There were almost 3 kids to every seat on the bus (customers at my fingertips – literally)
  5. The bubble gum loses its flavor after just a few chews and had funny little comics tucked inside the wrapper (consumable product)

It was kind of like shooting fish in a barrel!

Bored Teens + gum/comics + nowhere to go for an hour = success

(for me, not so much for the busdriver…him we drove to early retirement!)

It was 1990: Gum-slinging was on trend, and I was ‘Annie Oakley’!

I was making a solid $40 a week profit…until adults with tax knowledge declared my business a problem and put the hammer down, smashing my dreams to pieces.

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While my business had to be packed up due to The Man, I had tasted the sweet adrenaline rush of succeeding in business. I knew it would not be my last foray into entrepreneurship!

My friend Sherry, who blogs over at Adventures Of A Social Mom posted this on her facebook wall and I thought it was rather fitting:

“There will be a few times in your life

when all your instincts tell you to do something,

something that defies logic, upsets your plans,

and may seem crazy to others.

When that happens,

YOU DO IT.

Listen to your instincts,

and ignore everything else.

Ignore logic, ignore the odds,

ignore the complications,

and just go for it.”

~Judith McNaught

Judith McNaught is a bestselling author of over a dozen historical and contemporary romance novels, with 30 million copies of her works in print. She was also the first female executive producer at a CBS radio station. She is my favorite Romance Novelist and is credited with inventing the modern Regency Historical romance subgenre.

Stay Tuned!

I will be sharing more stories as I wade through the daunting waters of this business plan I am creating to propel my spa business to the next level!

I know, you’re all waiting with bated breath…here’s a mint while you wait.

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Oh yah, and that’ll be $0.10 please.

Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

Have you ever had a day that was so freaking amazing that as you drive home, or lay in bed thinking about it, a huge smile spreads across your face and a gleeful giggle escapes?

Today was one of those days.

It’s a perfect 80 degree sunny day with a slight breeze – just enough to blow your hair around to make it look like you’re on set of a sexy photo shoot, and keep the heat from becoming uncomfortable.  I had just finished a meeting with my new marketing company, celebrated the relationship with a glass of champagne, and walked outside into the cobblestone courtyard of downtown Springfield.

Sitting off to the side were three very scrawny, yet decadently-clad young people.

The young man had a tie-dye tshirt, pigtails, and a tattoo on his face reminiscent of Mike Tyson – I shit you not.  Except, I have to say, this young man’s face art had a little more flair to the design of it. Added to his personal belongings, he held a small guitar that he quietly strummed as the girls, who were with him, chatted to each other.

The two young women were looking as though they hadn’t had a meal in weeks yet they smiled;  their spirits not broken.

They had a style that spoke to the glamorous side of my heart!  

One was wearing a pink taffeta, cocktail-length prom dress coordinated with black combat boots without laces.  The other was in a green satin & black lace gown that showed off her matching hiking boots & white tube socks, and holding a banjo.

About to walk past them toward the parking garage, I remembered something musician Amanda Palmer said during her concert I just attended a month earlier.

Now, dear reader, I can’t remember the exact words but the gist of the message was that people get the opportunity to experience art, and many walk by without even acknowledging it.  Amanda’s message was much more profound than I have inadequately expressed in this blog, but I can tell you this, it resonated deeply with me – into a feeling and action, rather than words.

I knew I couldn’t walk by these young folks.

With this purpose, I stopped in front of them and asked, “Do you have a hat?”

“A hat?” came their confused reply.

“Yes, for me to put money in so you can play for me.”

(I admit, the champagne probably played a part in the delivery of this conversation.)

The seemingly homeless fairy in the pink dress looked at me with a big smile and said,

“I don’t have a hat, but I have a pocket!”

Deal done, payment made, the gypsy in green jumped up, banjo in hand and asked, “What would you like me to play?”  You could tell she was eager for the opportunity and (I would like to pretend) delighted that someone took interest.  We decided on ‘Bobby McGee’ by Janis Joplin.

Wow! I was NOT sorry.

This girl sang her heart out beautifully!  My fairy in pink taffetta twirled and harmonized, and my tie-dyed friend with pigtails played the guitar, humming along in all the right places.

I stood there with my friend, living in the moment of this gorgeous sunny day, taking in the sights and sounds that were offered for a meager two dollars and a simple request.  We swayed, we clapped in time, and as the five of us together enjoyed our moment, the outdoor guests of the restaurant next to us began to take notice.

One by one, they stood up to watch and listen, to also experience this joy.  Some took pictures.  I looked around and I saw that a crowd had gathered. People who were walking by, stopped.

And listened.

And smiled.

And felt the same magic I did.

At the end of it, I clapped and I thanked my entertainers for their gift, and gave them more money – the amount I would have spent on a concert ticket at the Calvin Theatre, because honestly,they were worth it.  If I didn’t have another event that I was already on my way to, I would have stayed and listened to them all night!

Full of surprise, my pink princess in combat boots exclaimed, “Are you serious?! We can eat tonight!”  And the gypsy queen in satin & lace gave me a big hug of gratitude.

Do I think they were actually going to spend the money on food? I really don’t care. It was their’s to spend however they chose, they earned it.

When I got home, I told Scott about what transpired and before I could tell him the real ending, he tilted his head to the side and said, “Leanne, did you pack them up in your car and bring them to your event with you?”

No…but I wanted to!

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Hope Starves Without A Crumb

“When someone asks if you’d like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?” – Lisa Loeb

The phrase ‘just deserts’ is credited way back to a 1599 play, ironically named, “A Warning To Fair Women” written by…Anonymous.  The meaning is, “That which is deserved. A reward for what has been done , good or bad.” [And yes, the original spelling is with one ‘s’ not two, as we know it today.]

As my friends on facebook know, cake is my favorite food group.  

I will have it for breakfast, lunch, and/or dinner.

I will eat it on a train.

I will eat it in the rain.

I will eat it in a box.

I will eat it with a fox.

I believe in cake like I believe in magic, unicorns, and fairies.  It’s special and it makes me feel good!

Leanne’s Rules To Making Cake-Eating More Enjoyable:

1) There are no rules – just eat it and enjoy it.

2) Put it on a pretty plate – or eat it right out of the pan. Either way, it’s cake – it’s gonna taste great!

3) Use a spoon – it’s easier to eat this way because you don’t miss a crumb.

4) Always cut your first piece directly out of the middle. It’s the best piece, and life is too short to start with a crappy corner piece.

5) When possible, eat cake before all so-called real meals.

6) Champagne bubbles enhance cake flavors!

Whether your day has been good, or bad, getting to eat a slice of cake is always Just Deserts!

Life is too short to not eat cake from a pretty plate - or hot right out of the oven when possible!

Life is too short to not eat cake from a pretty plate – or hot right out of the oven when possible!

A lot of movies are about life, mine are like a slice of cake.” – Alfred Hitchcock

What Were They Thinking – Part One

While shopping online and in stores I see fashions or model poses that are meant to showcase a style but only serve to make me laugh at the ridiculousness of it instead!

I always ask myself, “What was going through their head when they designed this?”

Is it good fashion design executed poorly, or was it bad design to begin with?

Here are my favorites:

This jumper is for the days when your ovaries are planning a civil war.

You can call them your Cranky Pants!

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Why yes, I think this is an excellent way to showcase the back fat that bubbles over your bra!

It’s also reversible for nursing moms.

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Thank you for helping me accentuate my already large breasts.

As if men didn’t have a hard enough time making eye contact, now they have 3 sets of eyes to choose from.

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I always stand like this when I wear skirts.

Eat your heart out Angelina Jolie!

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Thanks for addressing the concern about people looking at my vagina while at the beach.

This design will definitely distract them from my poor shaving job!

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I woke up today and I wanted to look like a wide, naked butterfly, how did you know?!

Look ma, no hands!

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Time to go take a new selfie pic of my new outfit!

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[image credit: cheezburger.com]

You Can’t Spell Sparkle Without SPA

You know that feeling when you have a couple of hours to kill but you just don’t know what to do with yourself?

Here are a few delightful ways to spend your time:

1 hour

Signature Foot Spa Therapy

This two-part therapeutic foot treatment begins with soaking your feet in one of our organic foot bath selections. You legs and feet are gently exfoliated to promote circulation and stimulate those tired toes that have been stuffed in shoes all day.  A hand-blended French Green Clay mask infused with lavender, peppermint, and rosemary is then applied to your legs and feet. This mask is gentle on all skin types and softens your skin, soothes sore joints, increases circulation, minimizes swelling.  After part one of this extraordinary treatment, you will receive a specialized foot massage called Reflexology. It is often used to relieve stress, without having to do a full body massage (or messing up your hair!)  This signature foot treatment will lift your spirits and have you in the mood to go dancing!

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2 Hours

Chocolate Body Treatment

This delectable body treatment is luxurious & skin-firming. Our therapeutic mixture contains antioxidants and anti-aging ingredients; Perfect for treating yourself to a delicious two hour day at the spa. Relax to our musical playlist as we sweep our delicate brush across your body to apply this caffeinated cocoa mask we’ve mixed fresh for you that day. As it sets, we ease your sore muscles and moisturize your body with a wonderful, relaxing massage. Come experience this enchanting therapy that will give you healthy glowing skin and a tranquil mind.

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4 Hours

Platinum Spa Day Treatment

Treat yourself to a day dedicated to all things YOU. We will relax you with a 45 minute Champagne Foot Spa Therapy where we soak your feet in an organic foot bath with champagne, exfoliate with a custom-made foot scrub, stimulate your tired toes with a fresh-mixed Kaolin Mask, and ending with a relaxing foot massage. Next, you will be treated to a 90 min Platinum Massage using our own hand-blended massage oils to soothe achy muscles and relax your body. This massage includes a tranquil mix of our specialty add-on treatments – the lemon hand scrub, our clay back mask treatment, and hot towel therapy. Lastly, Kim will indulge your face with her signature facial treatment where she creates all the products used to pamper your face with this All-Natural (but result-producing) session. After this amazing day is done, all you have left to do is call take-out for dinner!

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You’ll notice I skipped 3 hours.  I figured if you had 3 hours to kill, you could just say to hell with your later plans and just go for the four hour spa day treatment and treat yourself.  You deserve it!

(PS. My Spa is SKINCATERING and is located in South Hadley, Massachusetts)

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who doesn’t love a good massage?

Size Does Matter

I’m almost positive a King-Size bed saved my marriage.

When Scott and I were first married, we had a queen sized mattress set in a canopy bed made to look like wrought iron.  Young and filled with romantic ideals, I had green vines swirling along the top and down the posts.  Soft, white netting draped the top and was pulled back at the corners with ribbons.  In my mind’s eye it looked exactly like something you might see in a castle!

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image courtesy of weheartit.com

In reality, the bed squeaked and the tulle collected sneeze-inducing dust.

Not to mention, Scott and I had to sleep so close to each other, I was constantly overheated, groped, crowded, and awakened by a certain 5am poke-poke.  You may think that this constant affection would be welcomed, especially when there are many marriages that could use a little more of it.  However, there is something to be said for getting a good night’s sleep, especially when there is a new baby in the house.

I sometimes felt like this cat in our little bed:

[image courtesy of apartmenttherapy.com]

[image courtesy of apartmenttherapy.com]

Back in the day when I was a preschool teacher

One of my favorite songs to sing with the kids was called “Ten In The Bed” (Sung to the tune of “He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands.”)

There were 10 in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over.

So They all rolled over and one fell out, there were nine in the bed and the little one said

Roll over, Roll over…

And the song goes on and on until the littlest one has the entire bed to himself and sings:

I’ve got the whole bed, to myself.

I’ve got the whole big bed to myself.

I’ve got the whole bed to myself,

I’ve got the whole bed to myself!

I can relate to this bossy little creature.

When we moved into our 4th house (out of 7 moves) we decided we deserved a new bed.

Thank God.

Six years into marriage, we deserved a not-so-little reward!

Off to IKEA we went.

Armed with more knowledge (of each other & our relationship) and better decor sense, we tested out the variety of furniture options.

Together we read the details, sized up the options, and rated our favorites.

I’ll never forget that day when we made our choice.

It had a different kind of romance to it.  A little less fairy, a lot more room for magic.

[image courtesy of darcane.com]

[image courtesy of darcane.com]

I could do snow angels in the sheets, it’s huge!

It may seem silly but having a lot more space brought us closer together.

We spend a lot of family time on this bed.

One of my favorite times are Sunday mornings when our son climbs into bed to snuggle with us, followed by our two dogs.

Together, we are all piled in – laughing, sipping coffee, making joyful memories of a life together.

I’m so grateful I’ve got a big one every time I hear this in the middle of the night:

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PS. I Love You – Messages I Get From Scott

Our wedding song was “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing.”

(I’ll warn you now, the ecards featured in this post are rated M for ‘Mature Audiences’…)

Fourteen years later, this song still describes my relationship with my husband, Scott.  The fateful night we met (at a bar!) shouldn’t have happened but thanks to his best friend insisting they go out to see a band playing (almost an hour away), we did meet.

Talking to him on the phone the next day for over an hour, it was like I’d known him for a lifetime.  A few fits and starts and many months apart, we were married by the end of the year.  I still grin when I recall the response I got from friends when I let them know I was getting married,  “To WHO?”

They didn’t even realize I’d been seeing someone.

All I can say is, when I walked into his apartment building for the first time and he opened the door, it was like I had been away on a long business trip and I was finally home.

I still feel that way every day (ok well, most days!)  Aside from making me coffee every morning and expressing his feelings for me, he sends me the most outrageous, hilarious, and/or lovable online posts. He is one of the most uninhibited, unreserved human beings I know. While not every year has been a piece of cake, no one makes me feel more free, more alive, and more comfortable with my sparkle, than Scott.

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He is the one wearing the cape…

Back in February, I showed him how to send pictures via facebook private message because the things he would post to my wall were so inappropriate (AKA x-ratedly humorous) I felt the need to shield the innocent bystanders from our wicked ways.

Today I pull back that curtain to show you some of that special love

There are messages that make me spit out my coffee

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There are messages to let me know he cares

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There are messages reminding me I’m still attractive after all these years

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There are messages that show he is paying attention to my skincare mumbo jumbo

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There are also messages that prove he really understands me

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And there is the odd message that makes my heart skip a beat

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So of course I have to send a few messages back to him…

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I’ve Got The Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy Down In My Mug – Where?

In case you didn’t know, I am the ‘Queen of the Sales Pitch’ – able to persuade myself, and other innocent bystanders, that my hair-brained schemes are a great idea!  I would offer this as a warning so you don’t get caught up in the madness, but believe me,  I’m so good at enticing people into play, I’ve already convinced myself that the next idea WILL be rational and no one will get arrested…this time.

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Not my fault the PoPo left the car unattended…

Recently I decided the best thing for me to do for my body was to give up coffee.

[insert loud, collective gasp from the audience.]

I know, I know.  It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?!  But I had a few reasons – and it certainly sounded like good plan at the time.

Operation: Banish The Brew

Before I begin, let me just say – in my defense, it was the #MonsterMoon that made me do it. (According to Susan Miller, an astrologist, a Monster Moon is a full moon in Libra. Alex Knight of the Times Square Chronicles writes: “Think – ‘Tug of war with freedom and the harsh realities of life.’ “)

I decided on a Thursday evening that I would like to quit drinking coffee.  I had been leaving my morning cuppa to grow cold before finishing it.  I remembered the time before I had started drinking it and realized that was when I was at my thinnest. And I realized that when I didn’t have it, I felt better!  To me, these were three very sane reasons to jump off the java.

(Scott says I was thinner because I was a lot younger at the time …”Lord, forgive him for he knows not what he says…”)

The ritual of the coffee is what really had me hooked.  

I started drinking coffee at 24 year old as a way to make it through my full day of classes during the Saturday Program at a local college to get my Bachelor of Science in Business. This once-a-week-booster turned into a habitual daily experience.

I say experience because you see, I don’t really like the actual taste of coffee.  But the smell is captivating.  The loving act of Scott preparing my share is endearing. The heat of the ceramic mug pressed into my hand as I’m curled up on the couch in the mornings, or better yet – still snuggled under my warm covers, is alluring.

But I was convinced my body would thank me for it.  If Scott could kick his cigarette habit, I could quit the java obsession.

My 2 worlds collide over coffee #ohcanada #lovethatdirtywater

My 2 worlds collide over coffee  #lovethatdirtywater  #doubledouble

If I wrote in a journal this would be what the last five entries would say:

Day One.

Dear Diary, Woke up feeling good. Drank hot, fresh ginger root tea instead.  Tastes like shit but it’s a hot mug and I feel good.

Day Two.

Dearest Diary, Today started out good.  At the spa, someone complimented me that I looked like I had lost weight.  That afternoon I craved a coffee but pushed that desire aside and ate an entire row of cookies instead.  I’m so proud of myself for not having coffee!

Day Three.

Yo Diary, I miss my ritual roast but my body is feeling less inflamed so I will continue to forge down this path.  The three pieces of pie after dinner really seemed to help.

Key Lime Pie from Blue Heaven in Key West!

My piece of Key Lime Pie from Blue Heaven in Key West!

Day Four.

WTF Diary, People keep asking me what’s wrong.  I’m FINE. Really. I feel FINE. I’m still in the clothes I put on yesterday. I didn’t bother with a bra. BUT…I resisted the urge to drink coffee! So what if I had chocolate ice cream for lunch and two pieces of piece for supper?  I’ve decided to eat my way through 2013.

Day Five.

Dearest Diary, After realizing I was still in the same clothes I had on during Day 3 and that I had lost my will to live, I decided that giving up coffee wasn’t worth it.  I brewed a small pot and warily awaited the results.  Just swirling the spoon around and around in my mug to blend in the trimmings of sugar and milk, I felt a twinge of magic occur.

A few delicious sips into my first mug, I felt the desire to shower arise.

All at once, the urge to write in my blog and the sun came out from behind the clouds.  Coincidence? I think not.

All is right with the world.

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I was at war with myself during the last five days.

Trying to listen to my body’s needs. Trying to do something healthy for myself. Trying to give myself the chance to make a change.  But, at what cost?  Cutting coffee out of my life felt like Sampson chopping off his hair!  I didn’t feel like myself. I missed the joyful experiences. And all the pie, cookies, and ice cream in the world weren’t going to replace it.

Remember the Friends episode where everyone was excited that “Fun Bobby” was coming over to go out again and they made preparations to party…but Fun Bobby had quit drinking and they discovered he wasn’t that fun anymore?  I felt like I was a character in my own episode, living out this story line.

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Fun Bobby

My friend, Regena Garrepy, recently posted a reminder that  “Sometimes we have to re-adjust when things aren’t working.”

If the six pounds I gained during the four full days off coffee weren’t enough to convince me I needed to adjust something, my lack of desire to use skincare, nevermind go create amazing skincare was.  Needless to say, I’m back on the java and ready to face the world. Pun intended.  (Coffee also fuels my corny sense of humor.)

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Will the real Slim Shady please stand up

From WingGirl To Ostrich in Less Than 60 Seconds

I’m one of the most confident people I know.  I can easily stand on stage in front of a huge crowd, microphone in hand, and present “whatever” to the masses.  You need a wing girl to help you get a date?  I am your girl!  Just give me 45 seconds (and a drink) and I will give you more introductions to people than you know what to do with.  Being myself has never caused me to falter when out in public.

On the local TV show "Mass Appeal" with host Seth Stutman

Me, Live On Air, at the local TV show “Mass Appeal” with host Seth Stutman

“In Public”  being the operative words.

In private, I am sometimes such an insecure mess that I will spend the day hiding under my covers, sobbing into my dog’s fur coat, and beating myself up for what I coulda, woulda, shoulda said or done.  I used to think there was something wrong with me (well, there is but it can’t be explained in a single blog post haha!) and that I was sabotaging my own success by not being able to keep my shit together.

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Now, after a lot of networking with other business owners & creators, I understand this is just part of the process of being an artist and an entrepreneur. (Think of Project Runway – the designers are always stressed out, crying that their dress isn’t what they imagined…then they end up winning the competition.)  At some point, you realize your tears are part of the creative process because you care so deeply about putting your best work out there.

“If you’re not failing every now and again, it’s a sign you’re not doing anything very innovative.” – Woody Allen

 

My friend Katherine Marple is so expressive with her talents but DANG – she makes it look so easy!  She’s a published author, she used to sing in a band, and recently she started sewing her own clothes!   Her motto is: Being Brave is Being Afraid…but doing it anyway.  Maybe part of it is because at the age of 10 she was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and she doesn’t have the luxury of time (not that any of us should think that we do.) Choosing not to live in fear, she plays out her dreams, explores her options, and  just goes for it.  I love this about her!  (You can check out her books here on Amazon.)

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Katherine and I, in 2011, just a few short months after she had her first daughter. (Doesn’t she look great?!)

The time comes when you have to stop looking at what everyone else is doing (or wants you to do) and just go for it.  

One of my magical missions is to provide affordable, all-natural skincare to benefit the health of the world.  Right now, I’m working on the branding. I am in such an ‘infant’ stage with it, that I can really go in any direction – exciting and anxiety-ridden all at once.

I should have put on my big girl panties the day I decided to do some research because I wasn’t prepared mentally for the exploration activity.

  • I saw organic products that were more expensive than mine.
  • I saw all-natural cosmetics that were in prettier containers than mine.
  • I saw hand-crafted skincare that had better branding than mine.

What I didn’t see, is that none of them had me, or my mission.  All I could hear were the many people that have been telling me:

  • “Leanne! We love your product but you’re not charging enough money for them – people don’t trust the low price tag.”
  • “Leanne! We love your product but the label isn’t professional enough – people want it to look more commercial.”
  • “Leanne! We love your product but you’re under-valuing it – people won’t think it’s good enough to buy.”

I worked myself down into such a dark hole of unforgiving ego that I didn’t hear what was really being said:

“Leanne! We love your product!”

“Leanne! We love your product!”

“Leanne! We love your product!”

I am honored that you think my products are worthy of a higher price tag.

If you feel you have paid too little for your SkinCatering products, feel free to click the donate button and send what you think you should have paid for them.  The artist always appreciates benefactors – haha!

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Donations go to Leanne@SkinCatering.com via paypal

Let’s face it – approval feels good and I am no different from anyone else in that department.

So what boosts my morale when I go through bouts of artistic quandary?  Waking up to messages like these:

THIS ONE IS FROM A TEXT MESSAGE

“My daughter feels so much more confident because her skin is healthy thanks to your products! I appreciate the price point of your line because I wouldn’t be able to continue this skincare regimen if it wasn’t affordable. You can expect our next order around April 10th!”

-Melissa, from California

THIS ONE IS FROM FACEBOOK

“Your products ARE AMAZING!!!!!!! I love the face toner/spray, it smells wonderful and works! This is light years ahead of [other brand] or anything else I have ever tried! You have a customer for life!  Can I refer my friends to you? …I will definitely be promoting you when I can!  Even [my husband] is using the Stargazer to remove a sun spot he has! I don’t think he is consistent but I’m trying! LOL Keep up the great work!!!!  Thank you sooooo much!”

– Jennifer, from Newfoundland, Canada

THIS ONE IS FROM EMAIL

“Hi Leanne, I wanted to give you some feedback about the products I purchased recently. I am in love with the products! As [referring friend] has probably already mentioned, I’ve had the worst acne problem ever! I had been trying all kinds of over the counter stuff and even tried  some “natural” remedies that seemed to be making it worse. Products I really like that seem to work for me are the Perfect 10 moisturizer and the makeup remover. The perfect 10 has definitely become a part of my morning and evening routine! Any products you can recommend for getting rid of the dark spots now that I don’t have the acne problem? Thanks!”

– Susan, from California

THIS ONE IS FROM INSTAGRAM

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“Twice a day I think of Leanne Sedlak of @skincatering with such love and admiration. Putting this stuff on my face is literally like being pampered during a facial. The smell & the texture of these creams/serums is like a massage. I am in awe that someone could concoct these on their very own. The price is perfect (CVS prices), no toxins, pure heaven. Go check out her products. Support local businesses!! Its the smart thing to do! She ships in the US.”

–  Apryl, from Massachusetts

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