woo hoo. . .

I made $62 this weekend on my bows.  Woo hoo!  That didn’t even make a dent in my Wal-Mart purchases or the little parties I went to this weekend, but that’s okay.  Woo hoo!  I should be making another $50 hopefully this week.  Woo hoo!  Please help me stop with the Woo hoo!

holy crap. . .

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I can’t believe it!  I’m actually selling my bows.  I got another order in this evening which puts me at 8 hair bows and 7 baby clippies.  My order of ribbon better hurry up and get here!  I made $16 last week and will make about $45 next week.  I asked Dust if we could get a bigger house if I made alot of money from that and he said he would just buy me a shop.  What a slave driver!

the big craft “fair”. . .

So I had my first craft show which turned out to be a real let down.  No one knew what was going on as well as poor execution was involved.  It was total donation, so I was going to make a dime, but I figured that this would be a great chance to get my name out there.  It took every bit of me to actually decide to participate in this because I have a hard time putting my work out there to be judged.  I show up with kids in tow (not Tow like cow, but tow like truck), at 8:00 a.m.  That means I had to wake my children up, WAKE MY CHILDREN UP!  I don’t do this.  Like their Mama, these sweet, loveable children are serious grumpy people in the morning.  Emma told me she was so cold that she could not walk to the bathroom to go potty and then she needed me to then carry her from the bathroom to my bed because “her legs didn’t work.”  That’s an Emma quote.  I fed Ellie early and then she went back to sleep and was like a sack of potatoes as I put her jacket on while she was passed out in her crib.  I should have just known that this wasn’t going to be good and we haven’t even made it to the craft show.

Let me back up a little and tell you how this whole thing came about.  I get this flyer in the mail about a Country Store/Craft Show benefiting the museum here in Panhandle.  Dustin talked to the lady in charge over the phone and found out everything.  I didn’t have to stay, I could set up at 8:00 a.m. or just drop it off and let them set it up and then pick up what didn’t sell at 2:00 p.m.  I would just need to price all of my stuff.  Sounds simple enough and I don’t have to try and get people to buy my stuff.

I stay up the last couple of nights until 1:00 a.m. making bows and bow holders and just trying to get everything ready.  Last night was a 2:00 a.m. night, but I set up my kitchen table how I would at the craft show with pictures in frames and the bows, I mean the whole nine yards.  Go big or go home if you know what I’m sayin’.  It really looked good and I was really starting to think that this is going to be so awesome.  I should have just gone to bed.  I show up at the Ag Building with all of my stuff and the girls in the back seat and just walk in real quick to make sure I was in the right place.  One lady said no and the others just looked at me.  I asked if they knew where the craft show was and I again got the same bewildered looks.  Then someone said if I meant the fair and I said the craft fair, yah, that was it, and she pointed in to the other room.  I asked if that’s where I would set up and again with the bewildered look.  They said I was only to drop the stuff off and someone would set it up because there wasn’t any room.  I told her I understood that a table would be provided and I could set up.  Bewilderment.  She said that this wasn’t an actual craft show and it was only donations.  I finally gave up and said “Okay, that’s what I was trying to find out, thank you,” and made the longest walk (7 steps) to my truck with all of my table decorations and girls in tow.

I felt like such an idiot.  And of course, right on time, Dustin calls to see how everything is going.  I start telling him about the ladies and how I felt and I just start to break down.  Nothing crazy like, but the 3 or 4 tears that roll down you face when you feel like giving up.  I told him I was sitting back in front of our drive way, pricing my stuff and I was just going to run them back up there and drop them off, with no cute table.  He said to not worry about it and to not let this bother me because he was proud of me no matter what.  I head back up there to drop off my bows and turn around again.  Emma says, “what in the world Mama,” which now makes me rethink everytime I’ve said that about some idiot driver and then proceed to call my friend Tammy.  I tell her what’s happened and asked if she’s dressed because I am now sitting in her driveway waiting for her.  She goes up there with me and runs in and asks a few questions and then comes back out and says, “Let’s go, you’re setting up your stuff.”  We grab the girls and I talk to a much nicer lady who sort of has a clue what’s going on and set up my 2 foot area and walk out with my head held high.  Tammy later informs me that she was somewhat bitchy to the ladies, but wasn’t going to tell me then because she knew how much this meant to me.  Thank you Tammy.

Long story short, we show up to the craft “fair” and nothing has sold and no one is even interested in a craft show because a meet market is going on in the front of the building and a high school reunion is in the same room as said craft “fair.”  My friend Margie had come to eat lunch and then go to the craft show, but it was such a let down.  My pride was a little wounded, but we left and laughed about the other four things that people were trying to sell and then my somewhat over the top 2 foot area.  Dustin said I had nothing to be upset about because again he was so proud I would even take a chance and do something like this.  Thank you Dustin.  Dustin goes back up there and brings home my stuff.  I looked at all the bows and nothing was sold.  Then I look at prices and noticed I even marked one really wrong and it didn’t even sell.  But then I can’t find the Halloween Spider Clippie.  Dustin, Emma, I and Ellie in my arms jump up and down because Mama sold a bow!!  I look under a bow and find the clippie.  That hurt a little.  Dustin said he was tempted to leave some bows there and say that a huge crowd came by and bought some right when he was going to pack it up.  What a husband.  But instead, Dustin counted the business cards and two are gone.  He high-fives me and the girls go down for naps and I take a 2 hour nap on the couch.  What a day!

craft show. . .

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So there’s this craft show coming up her in Panhandle to benefit the Museum.  The entire craft show is items that are donated and then people come and buy your hand made goodies.  So, I’ve been staying up late and working like a crazy person trying to get some hair bows done to put in the craft show.  I’ll set up at 8 o’clock in the morning and then people will show up between 9:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. and hopefully buy a hair bow or two or 12.  All I do is set up and then come back after the craft show is over and get the items that didn’t sell.  This is a good way for me to get my name out there as the creater of Bow Head (still said with Valley girl accent) and see if this bow making thing goes any where.  I’m a little freaked out because I’ve never put any of my creations out there for the world or Panhandle to see and judge it.  I do have a slight. . .okay Dustin, huge fear of rejection, and just hope for the best.  With it being entirely donations, I don’t have to try and sell to people, I just put a price tag on it and walk away.  I’m so going to be spending the day up there, hiding in another area, praying someone will “eewww” and “aaaahhhh” over my work.  Wish me luck!

Bow Head. . .continued again

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Dude, once you put all the children and your husband to bed and sit down in a quiet living room, you can get a lot of stuff done.  A couple nights a week, I’ll stay up and work on some of the bows.  You know it’s football season and the entire town goes to the game.  And all the little girls wear cheerleading uniforms.  I made Emma a really neat sweatshirt last year, but I broke down and got her a uniform this year.  I figure it will fit her for this season and next and then Ellie will have it a couple of seasons, so I will get my money’s worth.  I’m in the process of getting Ellie a “Future Panther Cheerleader” shirt, so she won’t be left out.  Emma of course wanted Sissy to have a uniform too, but instead of verbalizing “Mama’s too cheap to buy a uniform that Ellie will most definitely spit up all over before we even get in the truck for the game,” I said, “Let’s get Ellie a really cool t-shirt.”  It’s not that I’m not fair, but I’m not stupid.  Before it’s all said and done, I’ll have spent the exact same on each child because I am my mother.  Maybe not down to the penny, but give or take $.20.

Speaking of bows, I’ve sold my first bow, well two bows, and am on my way to becoming a. . .what do you call someone who has $100 rather than a million?  I’m getting all my friends’ little girls ready for the game with purple and gold bows.  They turned out really cute!  Hope everyone is having a great week with the kiddos back in school!

Bow Head. . .continued

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So I’ve made a couple of more bows in my spare time. . .which means around 11:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m.  I really consider this my release.  Some use retail therapy (not pointing any fingers toward my sister), some use alcohol (I would so put the Thanksgiving episode at  Albertson’s when I thought Mom was going to kill me), but I need a creative outlet.  It takes time, it takes concentration and I can make my friends little girls have tumors on their heads.  All in all, not a bad day’s work.  Tammy (my friend) is pushing me to get a web-site and sale the bows, but I consider this a hobby.  A hobby mind you that after some time, I might call the Georgia St. Crafters Mall and ask for some information on selling items, but a hobby non the less.  I just enjoy being crafty and it’s either this or painting another room in the house and Dustin isn’t too fond of the latter idea.

Bow Head. . .

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I don’t know for sure, but I think a synonym for crafty is too cheap to buy.  . .at least for me it is.  Many of you know I don’t support the tumors (bows that are bigger than the baby’s head) some mothers choose to put on their baby’s head, but I thought I would broaden my horizon and try this out.  And then I saw how much people were charging on the Internet to sell said bows, and in true fashion I said, “I can make that, how hard could it be?”  Vwa-laa!  Here are a couple of bows I’ve made.  And thanks to my friend Cassie, I am naming my million dollar company “Bow Head” which said with a Valley Girl accent.  Im not done with the pink and green one yet, and I’m getting the head band I need today at Wal-Mart to start on Ellie’s.  Is it a little sad that I am excited that I can actually make these things?!?  I’m afraid there will be more posts about my Bow Head endeavor.  I’m sorry!

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