Scrap that. So for the last YEAR I’ve been in this tumultuous position. One dreary ordeal stacked upon another with the latest bit of whipped creamed topping being facing homelessness. Let me back track a bit. Or rather, let me sort of ramble out some fragments of thought and hope they all come round into the point that I want to make with ths blog: I will not compromse my Teddy Bear business, but I will sacrifice whatever it takes to see the business succeed.
In the past two weeks I’ve watched my teddy bear business suffer on Etsy becomes of the stresses of having to hunt down lodging, making sure Mario is fed and safe, and making sure that my bears get knitted up and sent as quickly as possible to the post office. Sadly, some of those bears have taken WAY too long to reach their new homes. For this I am forever angered at. A thriving little cottage industry going south because of the situation I’m in. Customers understanding, but slightly annoyed. And who wouldn’t be? I owe them everything for being patient with me.
Was feeling a bit weathered this morning. Independence Day. No BBQ for you! A day in a garage will the humidity causing mold to show itself, dark and bleak, hot as hell. Mario is stretched on the tiles to keep cool. I’m keeping her waterbowl constantly filled to make sure she never runs out.
And out of nowhere it hit me. I can be homeless. I can be hungry. I can own only 3 pairs of jeans and a handfull of socks and t-shirts. Thes are things I will sacrifice. My knit teddy bear business? This is not to be compramised. I will NOT let that business suffer under the heavy weight of life itself. I’m hoping there are a biography or two in the future that talk about a nice little knitting empire that started with a skinny little guy in cowboy boots and a ballcap that looked more suited for NASCAR than yarn. “He started that business with NOTHING, you know….” That’s what I want to hear them say. And what to do with all that roaring success? Become a philanthropist. I don’t need much. There are so many in the world that need so much more than I do. At least I have Mario, a furry little companion that gets it, understands it, doesn’t really know when things are high or hellish. She’s there, unaware and loving. See? Some people don’t even have that much.
I’ve been working on some custom orders lately. A big brown bear for Leelu in Canada. A red stripey thing inspired by “City Of Lost Childen” forDarktapestry. Deborah’s Nero Silk Garden Bear. Jimbob’s pink mohawked bear. Arianna’s “Box of Bears.” An orange lovely headed to Canada this week, a purple one headed to Japan, and a nice heathery darling making its way to England. I can do this. I want to do this. I have to keep doing this. So, I’ll leave the donate button up, because God knows I need all the help I can get. Going to get myself a little flat for the cat and I. Thats what I’m pushy for, rushing towards, knitting the little fingers to the bone for. But, even more so, I’m striving and thriving to see this little Teddy Bear business bring smiles to all of you who believe in me. In the meantime, I’m going to have to start relisting on Etsy. I need to bring in some business, get some new smiles working their way around the globe.
Thanks for all of your help. Happy Independence Day!