It’s been a long time, I know. For some reason, I just could NOT get WordPress to let me into the site. Despite never changing anything at all, I couldn’t log in, and I finally gave up trying for a while. Today, I decided to really track down the problem, went to sign in and voila! I’m in. I have no explanation, other than perhaps WordPress was being moody. Ugh.
A lot has happened since I last posted. I opened a brick and mortar shop in our small town. It’s a fabric and arts & crafts supply store. Think a very mini-Joanns. I don’t have my patterns here because it’s too small right now, but if it grows, I can get a bigger space and bring them over. Meantime, I have a growing fabric collection, along with a LOT of other stuff.
When my husband was alive, this was the one thing he didn’t support me in doing. He was adamantly opposed, in fact, which was unusual, because he supported everything I ever did, especially my pattern business. But this? No. I grappled with that a lot when I was thinking about doing this, because why did he not support it? I really needed something to do, because it was coming up on a year since his death, and one can only sit on the couch and stare at the walls for so long before one loses one’s mind. Then JoAnn’s had its financial woes, whatever they are, and I thought “why not?” But it bothered me that hubby had not been supportive. What did he know that I didn’t? He had been a small business owner and had owned several of his own shops over time. What was I missing?
I finally came to realize that he was supportive of everything I did because he knew that I would outlive him, and he wanted me to be financially stable. He supported me getting my master’s degree, and even wanted me to get my nurse practitioner — something I would’ve done if it was a thing when I was younger, but not now. But then I realized that he was afraid of me not being stable financially, because the last business he owned, his partner embezzled thousands of dollars and he lost the business. He was afraid of having something happen that would ruin me. Once I realized that that was why he didn’t want me to do it, I decided not to be afraid and to just jump in.
I decided this in early April, and got the keys to the shop May 1. By the first week of June, we were open, and it’s been nonstop since. People seem to like it. I’ve gotten lots of good feedback, and it gives me a reason to get up in the morning. I’m meeting lots of local people, which hadn’t happened before because I was a caregiver. I’m really loving what I’m doing, and it’s fun to come in and see all the beautiful colors in the shop, as well as the things that people create.
Life is good.
So I’m back, and if WordPress decides not to be moody anymore, than I will be posting again. It’s been too long.
The Vintage Fashion Librarian 