Tuesday, August 7

If you want it, work hard.

I've passed the 1 year mark of working for myself, and I can't begin to tell you all the things I've learned through this experience, but it took me a while to learn the most obvious of lessons: that working hard really does pay off. Since it's my first year, I've still been adjusting to the cycle of things. I hadn't quite learned when my slow times would be, and when business would be booming, but I can tell you I found out pretty quickly that summer meant slow sales. On etsy, locally, everywhere. Things got a little scary without a steady paycheck to rely on, and I saw myself facing a reality that I did not want to accept. I was beginning to think that maybe it couldn't be done, and I'd need to find a "real job". My goal has always been to work for myself doing things that I love to do, and going back to the grind felt like I was failing, like I was giving up on my dream. I felt low. To have finally made it out, and to have to go back.. it was a heartbreaking thought.

My husband suggested that I try out having a booth at a local antique mall. It sounded great, but risky since I'd have to sink money into something that I wasn't sure if it would pay off. He's a very calculated risk taker, so I figured if he thought it might work, then I should at least try it. We went to our first auction together to get stuff to fill my booth, and I'm pretty sure that decision is going to have a gigantic impact on my life. I've been hooked on auctioning ever since, and I've been working really hard on all fronts. Before this scare, I was working, but not at 100%. Once I saw my dream on the brink, it scared me into action and I've been busting ass ever since. And guess what, my hard work is paying off. Imagine that! The antique booth has been successful, and it led to opening a second etsy shop to sell my vintage finds. Just this month I finally earned about the same amount as a paycheck at my old job, and I will tell you that it felt fucking awesome. Can I keep it up? We will see. I sure as hell plan to try.

I want to be an example that shows others who are trying to make it, that it might not be easy, but it is possible! So, your house might never get cleaned and you don't have much time for friends, family and fun stuff.. but you have to make sacrifices for your dream job.

I owe a lot to Bradley, the world's hardest working husband, for showing me what it really looks like to work. He has taught me so much about the importance of taking pride in your work and doing things the right way. Without him as my role model, it would have taken me a lot longer to learn that you really do get out of something what you put into it. Turms out all those cheesy cliches are onto something.


Thursday, August 2

Leather Belt Round-Up!

So, since I've become addicted to going to auctions, I spend a lot of my time with a small group of good old Missouri farm folk over the age of 60. Some tough old birds. They are teaching me a lot. Well, they aren't meaning to teach me, but I am learning. I obviously don't fit in very well with the crowd and most of them don't know me by name yet, so I thought maybe a sweet leather belt tooled with a name was fitting auction gear, and maybe I'd develop a sweet nickname. I hit etsy and fell in love with the perfect belt on page 1, and with a cheap price, it took about a second to convince me to buy it. It fit perfectly with my mostly shaved haircut, plus it had fish, deer AND it was bedazzled with bullet shells! What more could a girl ask for?!

Cut to a few days later as my smiles turned to pouts when I tried it on, and it was nowhere close to fitting. I guess I got a little too excited, and forgot to measure. Oops. It fits my skinny ass husband, so at least someone gets to wear it. TEAR!

While on my continued search for the perfect belt, I found a few gems that I have to pass on. If you fall in love with one, buy it.. but measure first!

This one takes the cake for the longest and most random string of words on a belt. It reads
"Dwarf AKA Whitney + = LineCrossage" WHAT??
"Poodle" from RetroSpecial
"Puddin" from ReclaimedPerspective
"Zandra" from gumbygirl
Or how about "Jedi mind fuck" from MavricksRenoLeather
"Vern" from Funkomavintage
I found so many, I really could go on all day.. but I'll leave you with this batch to drool over for now!

Tuesday, January 31

Buttons in Bangladesh

One of my favorite things about selling supplies on etsy is when a customer takes the time to show you what your finds were transformed into. Recently I sold some victorian black glass buttons to a customer and about a month later I received these photos of a puppet show going on in Bangladesh. Those black buttons were given new life as puppet eyes! These pictures make me smile every time I see them, and I'm so thankful that she shared them with me.


Sunday, January 29

Back in Action

My last post was about welcoming a new shop called Ophelia to my town, and since then Peach Parlor has changed a lot. My Etsy shop used to be mostly my handmade goodies, but now I take all of my wears to sell in the store locally, which I really love. I'm excited for the chance of running into someone wearing something I made! I would probably hug them, and they would think I was a crazy person.

So, where does this leave Peach Parlor in the online world? Now it's mostly a vintage button heaven. I'm still falling in love with every old button I see, and spreading my button love all over the world. I'm loving my life, and my job.. in all it's incarnations. I've moved past the uncertainty of not having a "real job" and I'm fully embracing the road I'm on. This doesn't mean I'm not still dealing with issues that come from working from home, like time management and how to deal with distractions, but I'm working it out. I have missed blogging. I guess I've been trying to do more, instead of just talking about doing more, and I needed a blog break, but I'm back in action now.

Here is what my life has looked like since I've posted last. Lots of crafts, love, birds and cats. All the important things.