NerdLacquer Returns!

 Amanda from Nerdlacquer has returned to the polish world after disappearing for about 8 months! It's true; it's official. How do I know? She posted about it on her Google+ page here.

The short?

Her mother had cancer for quite some time. Amanda moved in to help her mother. Her mother sadly died after a long and painful decline. Obviously she took it very hard...who wouldn't? She just needed some time away from the world.

The long?

I'm excited for her new collection and how sentimental it will be. I can't wait to see what she comes up with! The only one I have right now is Antisocial Media.

I'm also incredibly sad for her. I have lost my father, but it was under very different circumstances. I can't even imagine losing my mother. Ever. I don't care if everyone's mother dies. I'm fine with being in denial forever. My step-dad has cancer right now, and it recently recurred...so I do understand the pain of watching a loved suffer. I just....I can't fathom her pain. 

So many people are stuck on whether or not she's going to compensate the people who purchased polishes that never got shipped to them because of her abrupt hiatus. Yes, this is a big deal, and it matters. However, I have no doubt that she will make things right with her customers. She shouldn't be expected to include that information in her first post back where she's pouring her heart out about her mother and her pain. Give the woman some time. Perhaps she wants to deal with that privately as well, and come to an agreement on a case by case basis. It just saddens me that that's the first thing so many people think of. 

I'm sorry Amanda. I hope you find peace and are able to continue with your life the way that you want.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

(Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye)

 

She will never die, as she lives on in your heart.