How is the new case coming along?
My hobbies? Hum…sorry to disappoint you, but I’m severely lacking in that department. Does work count as a hobby? If it does, I do that a lot. I love my job. As for the rest… I read, drink lots of tea, shop, listen to music, and watch TV. Those are my main go-to’s. Nothing exciting or profound, like sky diving, rock climbing, or for people from around here off-roading, I’m a quiet person and I like to have my quiet time. Oh… And I can’t cook to save my life. My best friend swears I burn water. However, I can make one mean cup of tea.
How about yourself? Any secret hobbies or interests I should know about? Like sheering sheep? Or something even stranger like eating balut eggs and scorpions heads? Lol… Just kidding.
Maybe your hobbies are as dull as mine are. Apparently, I’m like an eighty year-old woman and should probably learn to knit. At least that would increase my chances of being interesting. Maybe me and all my other old hags could pop out our teeth, sip on some tea and chat about the newest knitting advances. Whatever those might be. You’re welcome to come along, I’m sure it would be a hoot.
In the interest of me not embarrassing myself any further with my strange sense of humor, I shall leave to you to daily duties and look forward to hearing from you again.
Hugs - Lotion Lady
P.S. Your two quotes were beautiful. Quite literally, one of them I knew at first glance. It’s a quote from Poe. As for getting into your pants and heart, I’m not sure if that’s creepy or flattery, but I’ll accept it as both.
P.S.S “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth.”
Leaving him with a Buddha quote, I click the send button on my computer, officially sealing my fate. Either he will like what I have written, or he won’t. I can only hope it’s the former, for that woman and her children’s sake.
Glancing at the pile of notes on my desk, I frown. I haven’t stepped out of this four-walled box since I came in this morning, except to use the restroom. It’s been one hell of a busy day. Between Laura, then an assembly line malfunction, and my newest job of deciding what goes with what, in terms of this whole presentation package I have to present to Saks by the end of May per our agreement. Which of course was made before I had to deal with the lawsuit. They want an exclusive fall line, which means it has to be completed no later than June so it can go into production.
You may wonder how Keagan cosmetics came to fruition. So, I’ll try to make this long story, short. When I was in high school and working with my mother for some extra cash at her floral shop, I started to experiment with the different types of flowers and plants she has in her store. It’s common knowledge that roses and lavender are both very common in bath and beauty products. As is aloe and chamomile. Those are great products; however, I knew there had to be more flowers to experiment with. Which I did until I was seventeen and decided to make my very first lip balm using beeswax, coconut oil, Shea butter, sweet almond oil, and different variations of my mother’s flowers. At first, it was a hobby. I made lip balm for all my friends. Then I started selling it in her store. People grew to love it, and asked me to make soaps, and tinted lip balms, which I did. After a few months, my mother’s floral shop’s phone was ringing off the hook with orders. So, I started a small business with Roni’s help, out of my mom’s garage. We upgraded from just lip balms and bars of soap to salt scrubs, lotions, even blush by roasting slices of beets in the oven, grinding them up and turning them into a fine power. It’s not as concentrated of color as big name makeup companies make, but it does the job. The best thing about every single product we make here at Keagan’s Cosmetics and Creams is they’re one hundred percent natural. We don’t use fake dyes, scents or strange cooking techniques. It’s slower and more expensive. So, our customers can’t pay two dollars for our lip balm. Our basic balms cost six dollars a tin. Which might sound like a lot, but people pay for the quality and love, we put into every product we manufacture. If you want to put strange chemical dyes and concoctions, I can’t even pronounce, on your skin, then be my guest. My company doesn’t work that way.
Lifting the massive amount of notes off my desk and rearranging them in a neat pile inside a blue folder, I close it and grab a sharpie from my drawer, writing Fall Products Saks on the outside in black ink and Kelly’s name on the bottom. Kelly is our product chemist. I don’t have the skills to perfect the right ingredient ratio, that’s why I hired her five years ago, and hasn’t steered me wrong, yet.