By Tara, on October 17th, 2009%
Last night, my house was broken into and anything we had of value was stolen: TV, Xbox360 (my husband’s birthday gift), most of our DVDs, our old gaming systems (the Nintendos of our childhood) and my husband’s great-grandma’s acoustic guitar.
The door & frame were busted (replaced already, by our fabulous landlady). Our medicine cabinet was trashed (several glass bottles broken, but since we have no prescriptions, nothing was taken). We don’t have renter’s insurance, so unless we find the stuff at a pawn shop, it’s really all gone.
We’re safe. Our pets are safe (amazingly, since the door was busted and standing open when we got home). I was wearing the only valuable jewelry I have (my wedding ring!) & the laptop was in the car. The yarn, fiber and wheel is safe.
For this, I am so grateful, I can scarcely breathe.
Despite the new door and a night snuggled at mom’s, we . . . → Read More: Heavy Honesty
By Tara, on July 24th, 2009%
This week I’m celebrating the launching into my new life by sharing the path that led me here. Follow along all week!
The crafty-ness started at home, then I went to college and learned to knit. and I ran a business. Yesterday I moved into cubicle-land but today I leave it behind.
Yesterday we left off at January 2009, when I made my Escape Plan.
The plan was simple. I needed 3 of the following 4 things to happen:
My sales to reach $XX/week for 3 out of 4 weeks, for 3 months in a row. (This would show consistency.)
My savings account to grow to $XX (to cover those weeks when my sales weren’t as high).
Open 2 wholesale/consignment accounts (I thought this would provide me with another stream of income, other than Etsy, but I soon realized that wholesale sales wouldn’t help my bottom line as much as just selling the yarn full price in . . . → Read More: Path to Yarn – Out of the Cubicle Forest
By Tara, on July 23rd, 2009%
This week I’m celebrating the launching into my new life by sharing the path that led me here. Follow along all week!
The crafty-ness started at home, then I went to college and learned to knit. Yesterday, I ran a business, but today, I move and lose it.
After working at the Kil’n Time for 2 years, I wanted a change. Jay & I had always wanted to move to Tennessee and we decided now was the time. We were young, underemployed (neither of our jobs required the Bachelor’s degrees we had) and had few responsibilities. 2 weeks later, we lived in Johnson City, TN.
We launched BlondeChickenBoutique.com (it looked a bit different then) the week after we moved. I was selling my handdyed yarn straight from this website, not Etsy. I waited for the sales.
Nothing.
I imagined that my experience as a store manager of a pottery studio would provide me with another interesting, . . . → Read More: Path To Yarn – Moving into Cubicle-land
By Tara, on July 22nd, 2009%
This week I’m celebrating the launching into my new life by sharing the path that led me here. Follow along all week!
The crafty-ness started at home, then I went to college and learned to knit. Today, Debbie Stoller changes my life.
After graduation, I moved back to Ohio and got a job at the paint-your-own-pottery studio, just until I found something “French-y-er”. 3 months after graduation, I got married in a beautiful ceremony on a sunny day.
No matter how hard I looked and how many jobs I applied to, I wasn’t offered a single job that required a BA. I was confused, frustrated and missing my friends.
I joke that I started to knit after a few months of marriage out of boredom. But it’s not far from the truth. I didn’t have any friends in town (I had moved to a different part of the state than I grew up in) and . . . → Read More: Path to Yarn – Debbie Stoller changes my life
By Tara, on July 20th, 2009%
This week I’m celebrating the launching into my new life by sharing the path that led me here. Follow along all week!
My earliest memories involve crafty-ness. When I think back, I can only picture vignettes of a crafty life, although certainly the signs were around me everyday. Here are my favorite crafty memories.
5 yrs old – My mom & I are hunched over a coloring book. She is beautifully coloring in her page, while I’m scribbling on mine, stopping often to admire her page. She teaches me to outline the sections before coloring them in, while all the while gushing over my “art”.
7 yrs old – My Grams sewed bridesmaids dresses for anyone in our church who got married. She kept all the shiny scraps and I fashioned clothes for the tiny dolls in my dollhouse. I made a “footstool” for the dolls out of a spool, cotton batting and fabric. . . . → Read More: The Path to Yarn – It starts at home
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