My roommate recently received a book in the mail from an acquaintance who suggested she read it.  Not only did the friend send her the book, she inscribed it with a meaningful message, AND included a handwritten note on stationary in the package.  She could’ve just ordered it from Amazon and had it sent to our house, but the time it took for her to go out, buy the book, and write two thoughtful messages made it a treasure.  My roommate has already filed away the card in her folder for paper keepsakes– special notes, invitations, birth announcements, graduation programs, and the like.

It got me thinking.  With the advent of  eVite, Facebook, e-Mail, and text messaging, the painstaking (and expensive) task of correspondence and gift giving has become more about the instant gratification of having a head-count, monitoring the guest list to gauge whether the event is worth attending, and direct-shipping items off a registry.  We’ve lost sight of why we celebrate in the first place:  to honor someone we care for.   While you may be going to five weddings this year, each couple is only going to have one of their own.    Imagine their delight when they open their gifts wrapped in a message of well wishes and love.  These details make gifts for any occasion memorable and meaningful.

I am acutely aware of how the world is changing and how it affects my particular business.  In these harsh economic times, a product that can be used only once before being thrown away may seem frivolous, wasteful, or unnecessary.  But the way I see it, custom wrapping paper is a luxury.  Its unique.  Its distinctive.  Its leaves an impression.  Its not a gift bag with some used tissue paper thrown in and a hastily scribbled card.  When you give a gift wrapped in paper with your own monogram, a personal message, or even printed with your children’s own artwork, it sends the message that you care enough about the gift inside to present it in an exceptional way.

The Fancy Bug is passionately committed to helping you make any event memorable.  Our online catalogue is simply a starting point for ideas– we love helping your imagination take flight.  Please feel free to contact us about creating something special for you!

To get to our online store, simply, click on our, “Find Your Design Here” tab at the top of each page.  (It’s above the yellow Fancy Bug at the top right corner of the page.)  You can also go to http://www.thefancybug.com/store/. 

When ordering, in the comments section, please specify your monogram, greeting, or personalization.  (See monogram rules of thumb for more details.)

If you like a pattern, but want to change a color, we can do that!  Just let us know by sending an e-mail.

Happy shopping!

Let me know if you have any questions.

KatieBug

I live in a 2 bedroom condo, with a roommate, and two pups, Duffy and Foxy.

We have a lot of stuff.  And when  I say, “we” I actually mean “me”.  The other occupants just live with it.

I have managed to stuff it in one small attic-like room….ok, that’s not entirely true.  Let’s be honest here.  I have stuff in every closet and cabinet, drawers are stuffed full of pens, candy, old receipts, make up, and assorted kitchen utensils.  What can I say?  I have a lot of stuff.

I have been through these boxes and bags probably three times now.  When my roommate moved in and took over the spare room I was using as an office/junk room (where nothing ever got done!), I threw out a lot of stuff!  It was hard.

A few days ago, on a rare day when I was at home relaxing, I caught  the TV show, “Hoarders.”  To my awe, horror, and relief, I realized…. I am SO not as gross as those people!

So now I’m feeling inspired– not a full fledged Feng Shui-attack, but I have a Rubbermaid box full of picture frames I’ve collected over the years… with no pictures in them.  It occurred to me that I could do SO many crafty projects with those frames.  But if I’m not using them now… when will I?

Guess what my friends are getting for Christmas this year?  You guessed it!  Hand-decorated picture frames.

Future blogs will have great tips, tricks, and ideas for old picture frames!  YAY!  Feel free to post your own suggestions or design ideas as well!  Look for more tips ahead from the Fancy Bug ahead on using what you have laying around to make great gifts.  Happy crafting!

Katie

A friend of mine is challenging herself to go on 52 dates in a year and is blogging about it: for self discovery, for the experience, for the sake of all the single girls out there who wonder, “What is WRONG with me!?”

My initial reaction to this news was, “Ugh, why would she want to spend hours of her life on painful dates?”  My next thought was, “At least she will get free meals and beverages, and great service– not necessarily from the date– but from the establishment playing host, in the hopes of a shout-out in her blog.”  I am sure that’s not the goal of her endeavor, but to me, it’s all about perspective.

A male friend of mine recently entered a new relationship, and he intimated to me that he had to go on sixty (SIXTY!  60!)  first dates before he found one person he would seriously consider a relationship with.  I guess guys and gals alike have to kiss a lot of frogs.  It made me feel a lot better, because he’s a good-looking, successful, great guy, and I know that he and his new girlfriend appreciate each other that much more knowing what he went through for them to get to their present state of bliss.

It’s all about perspective.

Back to my friend and all her dates:  Prospective VS Perspective.

It will be interesting to see how things develop as she begins her adventure, and how her perspective evolves with each prospective date.  My roommate wondered if it would be more enlightening to go on 52 dates and let them all critique YOU, but not everyone has the stomach for even the most constructive of criticism.  I guess it all comes down to your perspective: know what you’re after, be honest with yourself about WHY you’re after it, and be prepared for all possible outcomes.

Perspective.  What’s yours?

Today, I started the (Katie-modified)  South Beach Diet– again.

I went to the Vitamin Shoppe and got my protien powder, and to the grocery store and picked out the the necessary veggies, egg beaters, meats, cheeses, etc.

By the time I arrived home, I was STARVING.  So, I made some delicious tuna, with chives (my secret ingredient) and celery.  Yum.  And then, I chowed down, only after finding that whole grain bread I bought last week!  Way to start my no carb diet.

I guess the universe is in cahoots with my trainer because only after I finished all but the last bite of my tuna and piece of whole wheat bread did I notice the gnarly mold on the crust of my bread.

Ah well, I didn’t need it anyway, and now I have a great excuse to throw away the rest of that loaf.

If only the Moravian Cookies brought alllll the way from Winston-Salem by my friend Jessica brought this weekend would turn up moldy…or missing.  (No, that is not a hint for you to consume my Moravian Cookies!)

Baby Beluga

Awe…summer memories…Do you remember Raffi? 

This little video brings me back to the dog days of summer, while swimming on the deck in the little plastic pool with mommy.  Fun times!  What is your favorite summer memory?

Happy 90210 Day!

Guess this won’t happen again.  LOL!  Did you watch 90210?  What is your favorite episode? Who was your favorite character?

This week, I dined at a brand spankin’ new Mexican restaurant here in lovely downtown Wilmington, NC., checking out the scenery– namely, the infamous building where the movie, “Empire Records” was filmed.

Unfortunately, I made the very bad decision to order the (not so) fresh catch tuna steak to complement my salad. OOPS! To say the least.

As the very gracious, tattooed waitress rested my plate in front of me, I caught a whiff of that distinct “fishy” smell that can only mean not so fresh fish …ughhh. Attempting to be a courteous patron, I gathered my courage, telling myself, “Yes. This greyish stinky tuna will be ok! Really. It will. Just put in in yo mouf!” And as I did, my eyes immetiately darted to the nearest napkin, I grabbed it-and out it went. Buh-bye not-so-fresh, fresh caught tuna!

The manager must have been watching, because as soon as I laid down the napkin, she came over to inquire about the dish. Not quite sure how to explain what had happened in my mouth, I stuttered through the explanation, to which she replied with a Cheshire Cat smile, “Well, I can assure you it’s fresh!”

Living on the coast all my life, I’ve learned that the definition of “fresh” varies fairly widely. This fish was probably brought in Friday for the weekend, which means it was caught on Thursday. Again, in an attempt to be reasonable, I ordered a different salad, this time with chicken. It came with a quickness like you wouldn’t believe, was quite yummy! Much more to my liking. Because of the staff’s willingness to accommodate me, I will be going back to this resturaunt, and hopefully won’t have a repeat experience.

And as for fish on Tuesdays, I learned a valuable lesson: adjust your expectations when dealing with a business’ limitations, but be as flexible as you can when your concerns are met in a timely and acceptable manner.

Have you ever experienced a time when your expectations for service were not met, but the business was able to keep you as a customer? What did they do to make sure you were provided with an excellence of service that you expect? Tell us about it!