Good morning~ This will make my third post in the early morning hours. It was time for me to pull my cards and everything I sold at the shop. The place I once loved and a source of joy. I won't go into too much detail, but I felt that all the work my husband and I had put into painting, and drawing... we did sell a few items... we found that we were no longer welcome there. I started to sense a feeling or undertow... or tone. Items that should have sold for more we were forced to sell for less than the time we put into these items. The owner used to be excited over our work, then somehow everything changed. Ideas we had, were now "stolen". Communication broke down. On the day, we came in to retrieve our things, everything had been boxed up, or tossed into a bag. Without a care. It just broke my heart. The owner didn't say a word to us. The "friendships" we forged... had been broken like glass. It felt as if my heart was now on the floor broken in pieces, just to be swept up and thrown into the trash can. My husband and I were in shock, as we drove home. He mentioned to me that I might want to check to see if all my things were in the bag, I didn't bother to look until a few days later.... to tell you the truth, I'm not really sure if all my things have been returned or not, but I'm not worried. I'm done. I won't be returning. I will say, when I thought we were on better terms, I helped to encourage other craft makers... by purchasing items that they had hand crafted. I never felt coerced into making these purchases.... I just wanted to.
On a better brighter note... I have decided to create my own homemade soaps; lotion bars; candles; and little items. And to think I used to purchase some pretty expensive things. But not anymore I am over that. Many moons ago, I used to pour all my own soy candles, I made my own soaps and sold many. I had repeat customers. Along with all of that, my husband and I were asked to do a church fundraiser event to help with the youth group activities. I was much younger in my 40's back then... still had lots of energy to do that kind of thing. Alas now in my early 60's I thought I was over all of that too... but being at the shop... buying the various candles... not really liking the smell all that much after they were lit. I told my husband do you think it would be a little weird of me to make candles again? He could hardly believe what he was hearing... but, being in the shop seeing what others had made and were selling.... I thought why couldn't I make these same things but with my own style. And this is what I have set out to do. I'm sure if you have been in the stores around your town you've probably noticed goods going up in price... well, so far I have started to make soaps just for us to use. My husband is in love with what I have made. I'm glad. And soon I will venture out to give samples to different ones. I may not be a millionaire anytime soon, but I didn't want to allow the bad experience to dampen my spirits... instead I want to soar to new heights...
If my stories have touched your heart in some way, reach out with a comment I love to read them all. Good night. God Bless you, Mary
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