We got the best news Friday, during the first walkthrough with the City of Mayfield's ABC Officer/Fire Inspector/Code Enforcement Officer, Mr. William Higginson.
What does it mean to live in a small town?
Brian was in the parking lot. William was in his truck, saw him, pulled in and said, "Hey, man. I'll be over here in an hour or so to check things out for y'all". And he was.
The inspection went great. Except for a few small details, the Magnolia House meets standards. Brian made little notes on blue electrical tape and posted them everywhere we need to address something. We got so many options and good, solid advice. Thank you, William!
Life is good in a small town.
I spent my lunch break running errands- to the bank (woo hoo, business account!) and then to go pick out a couple of items for treatment rooms. Brian found the best blinds and curtains- not exactly Confederate Gray and not quite Great White and not quite French Blue but somewhere between them. I mean, gorgeous. His massage therapy room is really turning out lovely. Of course, the windows in my room are an odd width, 51 inches. What is that?
Brian met with the owner of the roofing company this morning; it went really well, so many things can be fixed, he had a couple suggestions that no one thought of yet, we should have our bid by the end of the week, and that makes me immensely happy.
This morning our Facebook page had 126 likes, so we had a contest and gave away either 24k bio-collagen masks or Korean beauty sheet masks. That was a lot of fun. I loved how excited the winners were.
We've been contacted by a few people that have either pictures, stories, bits of history about the Magnolia House and we were so pleased. We've gotten a lot of fabulous feedback from people in the community. My favorite thing to hear is "Mayfield really needs that". Yes, it does!
When we bought our home in 2002, my mom came over with bread and salt. She said that bread and salt were a traditional housewarming gift. She handed me the bread and proceeded to go around the house, sprinkling the salt.
I thought she was insane. But she was Mom, and southern girls don't argue with their mothers, so...okay.
Fast forward to today: I took a mixture of salt, dried sage, and lavender over to the House. I sprinkled the salt on all the window sills and the entrances, then saged downstairs, upstairs, and the magnificent landing. Truth: burning sage does not smell like one would expect and it always surprises me.
A friend asked me why, and the answer is part of the transition. Salt and sage are purifying and protecting in many cultures and belief systems. Lavender offers peace and tranquility, calming. After all of the cleansing, I swept the entire house. It made it more mine.
After Brian got off work, we moved another truckload of random shelving, chairs, the cash register (happy businesswarming to me!), some paintings Brian picked out for his room (courtesy of the very Nice Rock Shop -this store also carries an excellent sage spray for those of you who have a little interest in cleansing/smudging) and photographs my little brother bought for me because he said they "look like fancy spa pictures". Find this artist (@resa_b_ on IG or here). I'm biased, but whatever. She's fantastic.
The previous owners have begun to move things out, and Brian spent yesterday moving some things in. This is not an enviable task for anyone, although our home seems to be taking deeper breaths as those larger pieces (thank you again, Shannon and Pear Tree Mall) leave. It also means it's time for the damp mop and the Murphy's over here. Hello, dust bunnies!
This morning, I dodged a bookshelf that is no longer in the hallway and had a laugh about habit and muscle memory. I bumped that shelf approximately four times with my shoulder before learning to twist slightly out of the way. B tasked me with tagging all of the items that I want moved next week. That's exciting.
If you've ever met my husband, you might know, or at least suspect, that he's constantly organizing and reorganizing a to-do list in his head. You might also know that he already works a full-time job and became a LMT to fill up his part-time hours. He's currently at work at his real, full-time job, and won't have much free time until Monday of next week. (Which I think is actually pretty perfect, because the lovely sellers still need time to wrap up things on 7th without us hovering.)
Although he's fond of telling people I made him get his license, the truth is that when I went back to school to become an esthetician, he said maybe he'd go back to school too, and maybe he'd become a massage therapist. Okay, then, Get busy with that. (You can't threaten or tease a person who's been an educator by talking about continuing your education in some way. You'll find yourself enrolled before you can blink.)
So, that's the update on our bit of progress and some BK, my awesome husband and partner. He's also a wonderful father. Just ask the smaller one who started piano lessons a few weeks ago and now has the prettiest little Kimball piano sitting in the foyer of The House.
I'm not gonna lie: I started the day with a really bad attitude. Dumping my basket of hair accessories out onto the floor while simultaneously upending my go-kit of makeup artistry tools and supplies in the same vicinity didn't help my mood. At all.
The turning point of the day? We received our very first resume from a master cosmetologist and I am OVER THE MOON!
Immediately after, we got a call from our bank. YAY!
Things are happening really fast now, and we are so ready.
Today was supposed to be the day we closed but because of reasons, the actual date (confirmed by our banker) is Tuesday, the 28th.
(This is really, really not the week, y'all.)
But that's okay. I love 2/28/17 as a closing date because it's the last day of February and we can end a month of delays and questions and wake up on 3/1 in a brand new hopeful month, knowing that the building is ours and we can start working on this dream.
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Lori Willett at Dennis Bradford State Farm is AMAZING!
We have been such pests about quotes for insuring the new building and asked a million questions and changed our minds and changed them back and asked some more questions but she's still there, patient, with a smile on her beautiful face. In fact, she's so awesome even the potatoes in her salad, about to be her lunch, can't help but be happy to be around her. See?
We think everyone should be lucky enough to have an agent like ours!
I am so very excited to tell everyone we've been approved for a retail account with Plant Therapy! We'll be carrying this in the store, but it will not be available through our website's shopping feature. If you want some, you'll have to do it the old fashioned way and give us a call, a text, or a visit. I have been a fan of theirs for years; Plant Therapy was the first brand BK bought me when I expressed an interest in oils. It was a Christmas gift: Lavender, Lemon, Bergamot, Vanilla. To this day, those are still my first choices for blending in the diffuser or in gifts.
Speaking of Kitchen Chemistry... there's been a breakthrough in the search for the perfect facial oil. A vendor with whom we were working became successful overnight, supplying big box stores (Amazon, Jet, Walmart dot com) and that's great news for them, but sad for us because there's no way we can move that kind of volume. I've been on the hunt for a replacement facial oil since then. One vendor sent a sample of their facial oil but I was just not crazy about it. Another sample is waiting for me but I was so afraid of disappointment that I decided to make my own!
There were a lot of things to consider. First, despite the fact that people make such a big deal about "no preservatives", we need preservatives. Bacterial, mold, fungal growth? Yep, we need preservatives. (I used to be one of those people, but a c/e unit and a mini course on cosmetic chemistry changed my mind with a quickness!) This is an anhydrous formula (without water) so there was some investigating different kinds of preservatives for oils, as well as the oils themselves. Smells were a huge factor. The Google had to be searched many times as did my dictionary of cosmetic chemicals. Polysorbate 80 or 20? I could geek out over this for days. I finished the first batch last night and put a call out for testers. The response was excellent. Since today was a class day, I passed a sample to a friend. Tomorrow, I will deliver the others to my local lovelies and mail one to Georgia.
Finally, this is the week. THIS IS THE WEEK!