We decorated for the season and served organic apple cider and let me say, the smell was intoxicating. It was great for warming the belly on a cold day and droppers-by hung around the table ladling the cider into their cups, warming their hands on the bowl and inhaling the sweet steam. Children had red noses and mittens, winter jackets and lined boots were back in fashion. The horse drawn wagon taxied people up and down the streets, the clip clop of their hooves a melodic background to the laughter and excited voices of the passengers. Christmas was definitely in the air.
Hubby and I had the Bead and Crystal sale upstairs in the classroom and it captured a steady flow of traffic. There were a lot of tire kickers and those that were curious, but we had several sales to make it worth our while. It will be on again next weekend.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired. By the middle of yesterday afternoon I was a no show, sleeping on my office computer keyboard. My head fell so slowly I never noticed the descent and then I was gone. I awoke sometime later with the imprint of keys on my face and dashes streaming across the word document I had been writing on. I'd been out like a light, too tired to even dream. I burned the candle from both ends all week and finally ran out of wax. Preparing for this sale, packaging and pricing and working on the display was an accumulation of late nights and long days. It was basically like setting up a new business. Oh well, I sold a bunch of beads which was the goal but unfortunately there are plenty more to go. I need to come up with ideas to reach a broader market. Bring folks down from the city to see what I have. If anyone out there knows and bead lovers, please pass it along! I need to sell these beads so I can get back on the hooking straight and narrow, where I belong. I wondered over to the dark side but now I'm back and I'd like to keep it that way....
A friend helped with the sale and got me fired up about jewelry making again. I panicked a bit. I could feel the sizzle building as her enthusiasm spurred me on. She bought some raw beads and wants to get together to make them into bling. I’ll have to haul out all the string, findings and clasps and there could be trouble. I hope I don’t fall down the rabbit hole and loose myself again in the glittery sparkle and wonderment of beading. I can’t serve two craft masters, and hooking has to win....I hope I can bead strong!
If the beads don’t sell I’ll have to figure out a plan B. They can sit in boxes for a while but maybe I should take a few weeks over the long, cold winter and make them into jewelry and do a trade show next year. I have to recoup what I’ve spent or they’ll represent a big waste of my money and time, hanging over my head as it bows in shame from the magnitude of guilt. If only someone would come by and offer a price for the lot, I’d pack it all up and help them to the car and wave bye until my arm falls off.
So it’s Monday and back to all things rug hooking. December 1st is only hours away and that means Christmas, Christmas, Christmas from now on. I love the shop right now, regaled in red it positively glows!