I have not been feeling my mojo lately. Yesterday, I had a particularly bad walk home.
You might remember that back in the summer I stopped blogging for a while because I'd gotten some nasty emails. In one of those emails, I was called a dumpy little pudding. I laughed it off at the time because, really, while it is shocking to be called a dumpy little pudding, it is also a very stupid thing to call someone you think is trying to shark your man.
However, it is a phrase that has been haunting me in the last week or so.
That was my dreary frame of mind when I got home, and found this, like a beam of sunshine in my mailbox:
Megan's Mojo Kit/Mojo Kit for Megan
- pins from collective(Gulp)
- 1976 penny (found heads-up on Gladstone Ave)
- Domino found on Elgin St.
- Experience card
- Light-speed Orange
- Bicycle Yellow
- Shiny binder clip
How did the lovely David Scrimshaw know that I was feeling like a DLP? Bless his heart, however he knew.
I have put an elastic around the very chic buffed metal case and now keep the kit in my every-day bag, so when that voice tells me how dumpy and ugly I am, I will always be able to wrap my hands around my mojo.