This one may top it off, though.
Hubby got me addicted to the show 'Weeds'. For those that aren't familiar, it's about a suburban mom who sells weed to keep up her lap of luxury after her husband suddenly drops dead. That's how it starts, and slowly Nancy finds herself dealing with gangsters and mafia, growing weed, making deals with the DEA, all kinds of crazy stuff.
When I say I'm addicted, Hubby got me to watch an episode this past weekend, and I'm already half way through season 5... that's a lot of 'Weeds' watching.
This type of thing happens to me every so often, and while I love it and ride the inspiration wave until it ends, Hubby hates it. No, no, not even hates, I'm sure Hubby loathes it. We've been through this so much in the last 10 years, separated or not, that when I say, 'I have an itch', he knows there's no telling what will come out of my mouth next.
It started about 8 years ago when we lived in England and well, I got bored. I was going to craft fairs
in the villages and on the base, and I realized that my mom could buy stuff for me at the discount stores in the states, mail it to me, I'd arrange it in a gift basket, mark the price up, and sell them to the other bored military wives, and to the locals, who would be getting an amazing deal because of the exchange rate at the time.
It worked, and worked quite well for a while. I even was hired to make a welcome basket for an incoming squadron commander. All fine and dandy until I was selling out of certain baskets and left with others for what seemed like forever. I did some research and realized it would be cheaper for me to make the items in the baskets that were selling like hotcakes- the spa baskets and the foot care basket.
That's when the big venture started. I researched raw ingredients, suppliers, recipes, etc, and decided to make all natural bath and beauty products- no chemicals, no bad stuff whatsoever, to go into the baskets. I prepared for a big craft fair coming up, and after all of the baskets were made, I had a few jars of foot cream and foot fizzies left over as extras. I slapped price tags on them and went to the show... where I sold out of the extra items, the natural skin care baskets, spa baskets, and foot care baskets... in 2 days, sold out.
|Actual products I made; this was a merchandise stage for|
the website... I miss it!
When we got settled back in the states, I didn't wait long. Within a few months I had an actual store front open (it was the size of a walk in closet, don't get too excited), but instead of focusing on the natural bath and beauty products (I tried it, and the states were slightly behind Europe in the organic/all natural movement; this was 7 years ago; I was ahead of my time, damnit), I took $500 and bought new age inventory- you know, candles, incense, herbs, fairies, dragons, that stuff.
My new age store ran for about 3 years, in the Bible Belt, which I prided myself. We expanded twice from that walk-in closet (out of necessity once- I was kicked out of the first location because of what my store was- a 'devil worship' shop, according to the first owner), and it was the second expansion that killed it. That, and the fact that I had started tattooing and one of the two women that I put in charge of the shop was stealing customers behind my back and using my wholesale accounts to order her own stuff and sell out of her house.
Ha! I sound like Nancy now.
My store closed 3 years ago, and I miss it. I had just started making the all natural bath and beauty products again before it closed, so I was getting back to my roots with it. But, I miss being my own boss, helping people, providing customers with a service or product that improves their lives. I'll admit it here, now- I miss that more than tattooing. Don't get me wrong, I miss creating art on people, but I'm a retail girl, a sales person, a one-on-one customer service business person. Been in retail management since I was 19; it's hard to let that part of me go, and I was damn good at it.
So now I'm a stay at home mom again, sitting around watching Weeds, and that itching has started. I'm not sure what I'll do about it this time. I'm mentioned to Hubby, in passing, that if I got back into making all natural bath and beauty products, I could probably start with $100 in raw products and turn it around pretty quickly.
Holy crap, I really do sound like a drug dealer, don't I? It's all business, right? Whether you are a mom selling weed or natural beauty products, it takes the same motivation and business practices... except for the fact that I wouldn't head to jail for pushing my refreshing foot cream on people.
|An original of mine, including the quote. It says, |
"The key to unlock a secret door
must be handled with care, love and strength,
for what is held inside
is not for the faint of heart"
So for now, I'm going to finish catching up on 'Weeds', and maybe jot down some ideas here and there to try and pinpoint this inspiration itch, and if need be, figure out a way to pitch an idea to Hubby. Hold on, he reads my blog... damnit, idea pitched I guess. For all I know, this itch will be satisfied when I break things and glue them back together on a table top like I told Hubby I wanted to do the other day. Yes, it's called mosaic, but I call it amazing, creative stress relief.
There's always my natural bath and beauty products, too. I still have the recipes, and now the states have caught up to the European trend, so practically everyone is on the all natural kick these days. Hmmm, more to think about.
Now is y'alls chance to help motivate me! If you have an etsy store (or other online crafty store) post your link below; I don't steal ideas from people, don't worry, but I do love seeing other people's creativity; it motivates me to get off of my ass and do my own thing. Or, if you know of a site or store that isn't yours, post it below!
I need to figure out whether to scratch the itch or put some ointment on it and hope it goes away. Hubby would vote for the latter; my kids probably the former because they are just as bored as me during the day. Damn itches...