Catchy-uppy
Feb. 4th, 2012 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kellan_the_tabbyDon't remember where I left off and can't be arsed to check, frankly.
Wednesday I had a whole list of stuff to do, got up, looked at it, chucked it all and took a long walk with Loiosh. Then a nap.
Thursday I got the whole list done, plus a bunch of other stuff.
Friday I wrapped a pile of soap and otherwise got packed for the farmer's market today, and then my car died. Got it towed, got my mom to pick me up, shoved all the show stuff in her car, and resolved not to think about mine until Monday, when they'll have a chance to look at it. Hoping it's not too expensive -- I have some money saved up, but I'd rather spend it on an RV.
The farmer's market today went well -- I didn't sell quite as much as last week, but the lady who runs the store where the market's being held over the winter asked me about my wholesale prices, and then when I got home I had an email from _another_ shop asking about consignment. So it's looking pretty likely that my stuff will be available in two local stores soon. Plus, my first wholesale contract!
My mom, of course, saw the bad in everything. My car's gonna be really expensive, and what am I gonna do if they want more money than I have? And I won't sell anything at the farmer's market, because anyone who was gonna buy anything from me got it last week. She didn't say anything _bad_ about the wholesale and consignment possibilities, but she wasn't impressed, either.
...I'm really glad I don't buy into her 'everything's awful' philosophy. I'm glad I let myself be _happy_.
...I'm only gonna be able to stay here so long before it starts wearing off...or before I shout at her for it. Neither of which would be productive.
But hey, two more places selling my stuff? That's two more steps towards living on the road. And hey, I'll take that.
Wednesday I had a whole list of stuff to do, got up, looked at it, chucked it all and took a long walk with Loiosh. Then a nap.
Thursday I got the whole list done, plus a bunch of other stuff.
Friday I wrapped a pile of soap and otherwise got packed for the farmer's market today, and then my car died. Got it towed, got my mom to pick me up, shoved all the show stuff in her car, and resolved not to think about mine until Monday, when they'll have a chance to look at it. Hoping it's not too expensive -- I have some money saved up, but I'd rather spend it on an RV.
The farmer's market today went well -- I didn't sell quite as much as last week, but the lady who runs the store where the market's being held over the winter asked me about my wholesale prices, and then when I got home I had an email from _another_ shop asking about consignment. So it's looking pretty likely that my stuff will be available in two local stores soon. Plus, my first wholesale contract!
My mom, of course, saw the bad in everything. My car's gonna be really expensive, and what am I gonna do if they want more money than I have? And I won't sell anything at the farmer's market, because anyone who was gonna buy anything from me got it last week. She didn't say anything _bad_ about the wholesale and consignment possibilities, but she wasn't impressed, either.
...I'm really glad I don't buy into her 'everything's awful' philosophy. I'm glad I let myself be _happy_.
...I'm only gonna be able to stay here so long before it starts wearing off...or before I shout at her for it. Neither of which would be productive.
But hey, two more places selling my stuff? That's two more steps towards living on the road. And hey, I'll take that.
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Date: 2012-02-05 09:58 pm (UTC)(are "Ughs" turned inside out).
She didn't say anything _bad_ about the wholesale and consignment possibilities, but she wasn't impressed, either.
Well, that's what the Internet is for. And I'm impressed!
Whoo! and Hoo (And 'Yippee,' too)!
BTW, I had a good relationship with my father. For the most part, he was a very cheerful and optimistic man. But he did have a habit of squelching my enthusiasms, especially when it came to anticipating future possibilities. He saw it as his way of protecting me from the pain of disappointment. And I never did get him to see that squelched anticipation was just as (if not more) painful.
Then again, he did grow up the youngest of seven, and his nearest sibling in age was seven years older. So I think he spent much of his childhood being either picked on, or alone. It's remarkable he turned out as jolly as he did, really. But even so, it got tiring.
So I hear you.
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Date: 2012-02-06 12:51 am (UTC)Thank you. It helps.
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Date: 2012-02-06 01:00 am (UTC)Know that even when I'm not posting replies, I'm still reading.
:-)