It turns out that starting a business, even a tiny one, is really hard to do while also moving to another state. My elves went on strike.
While they were on strike, it did give me the chance to reconsider what, exactly, I wanted to be doing craft-wise and potentially Etsy-wise.
You may have noticed a slightly new look to the blog. It describes in broad strokes what I’m interested in making…in some ways, it’s much broader and more experimental than before, and in others a lot more clearly focused.
The shop is on hiatus while I figure more of this out and do some R&D and potion-brewing, so the blog will mostly be about things I’m working on, or aspire to work on, someday.
I have deep familiarity with analysis paralysis. I had no idea there was a non-information based equivalent when there are SO MANY shiny ideas ping-ponging in your brain leaving little trails of “I should TOTALLY make that.” Even though you KNOW the smart decision is to pick ~4-5 types of things to focus on (each having a little variety in sizes or styles) and see what does or doesn’t do well first.
But I am ONE person.
But I have NO STORAGE SPACE.
This inner dialogue could continue for quite some time. I am at my weakest late at night and think, “well, it couldn’t hurt to make just ONE of these….”
Speaking of shiny. My dad and I visited with some dear family friends this weekend, and one of them (Hi Debbie!) gave me some lovely cross-stitch and needlepoint magazines/books that she’s been saving. It was so thoughtful of her. And yet–did you see the picture of my head exploding?
I want to make ALL of these. Plus items that you can’t see, but I found while browsing through the magazines. Last Christmas, I haunted Etsy looking for 12 Days of Christmas ornaments for my tree, and I couldn’t find any I liked and it just didn’t even occur to me to make them myself. And now I can.
Except, the point is kind of to make things for OTHER people to buy, not to keep for myself. Hmm. I can see that this may be a slight flaw in my business model.
Addendum: Spending four hours doing laundry to pre-wash, dry, and fold all the fabric has put a tiny dent in my enthusiasm. This dent is much smaller than the dent caused by the prospect of ironing all of the fabric.
On the other hand, those four hours gave my plenty of time to think of MORE ideas. It’s a vicious (virtuous?) cycle, clearly.