April 15, 2010 § 3 Comments
From the moment the kids and I woke up, I was in a bad mood and they just followed suit. That made for a very annoying morning. I couldn’t shake my mood, so the kids did the same. We all stayed grumpy.
After a short nap for baby brother, the kids were rearing to go and I was frustrated at my inability to get a muslin done of the pants I want to make. Ugh. So, I finally got food in the kids and I decided I was going to send some things off in the mail. One was a jumpsuit for my sister’s second child, whose birthday was in December. The other was a package for my cousin in Veracruz, Mexico who wanted some patterns for sewing kids clothes. Big sale at the fabric store made that happen. Yay.
Let me back up to us leaving the house. I wanted to get at least one kid in the stroller. I needed the distance…. and I got it. Bilingual baby decided she was going to bike all the way downtown. I had only gone with her within the neighborhood to our friend’s house- not more than two blocks away. But the whole way?
I didn’t want to carry the three wheeler and push baby brother in the stroller. I wasn’t going to push her if she had a hill. Can you tell what kind of a mood I was in??
She said she could do it and I believed her. So, off we went. She made it to the post office,
to Rhapsody to tank up before riding home
and then to Onion River Sports to get a helmet, since I’m seeing a bigger bike in her future (the Bike Swap is on May 1st and I’m gonna be there at 8:30am with my coffee in hand!):
But once baby brother saw his sister wearing a helmet, he wanted one, too:
I know it’s pink and purple. He wouldn’t go for the blue one or the yellow one. He actually gravitates toward pink and looks quite good in it. He had a pink shirt on yesterday and kept pointing at himself saying: Pink! You can also see his train pants… pants I meant to make for the kids for the winter. Oh. well. He loves those, too. Oh and the t-shirt has an ice skate on it but all he sees is a boot, which he also loves these days.
So, pink and purple for everyone!
The only problem came when I went to pay. The kids had been playing with my wallet and I forgot to return the pile of cards and IDs to their places. I opened my wallet and found it empty. I did have some cash so I payed what little I had and tried to figure out who would be less of a disaster leaving without a new helmet. The woman working was really nice and said I could leave what I had and treat it as layaway. I promised I’d come back and even gave her my phone number, for reassurance.
This meant that bilingual baby had to bike all the way home and back to the store, which she seemed glad to do.
I should have taken a picture of the kids at bedtime. They put up no fight at all when we got home, played in the yard some more (it was already 6:30), had a little more to eat, headed up to a bath, did teeth, and nestled into carriers; baby brother nursing in front, and his big, long legged sister on my back. They played kicky (annoying if you’re trying to get kids to sleep) and quickly fell asleep.
April 15, 2010 § Leave a Comment
The show was a huge success. In part, I felt so good about it because I could look around the room at the women sitting in my living room and remember really good conversations with each and every one of them. I have a really great circle of women here in town. It’s a tragedy I don’t get to get them all together like this more often. It felt really great to be so supported by this group. There were a couple of women who couldn’t make it and I really missed each one of them.
So, after everyone came in, hung out a bit and served themselves some tasty treats made by my friend Jana, I gathered them all together to talk tinymouse designs.
I started out by talking about where the idea came from and how, just a year ago, several of the women sitting in front of me, knowingly or not, helped me along toward what I was standing there doing at that second- starting my own line of clothing.
I then talked about the designs. I told them about how each item comes from another. It’s recycling at it’s finest. I tried to show them how I take a t-shirt, men’s shirt, (and should have shown the dress I cut up), and cut and shape them to transform them into distant cousins of what they once were. I had a couple of “ah-ha!” moments where their brains worked my work.
I also went into my trade-in system. I am giving points toward tinymouse designs for items they bring me that I can use at a later date. It’s not a dump and run. Rather, I have to go through everything and then decide what kind of discount they’ll get, based on what I can use. I’m sure this system will refine itself in time. I’ll probably be giving stuff away for a while… but then again, that’s how I figure I’ll get my business going. Slowly. (Correct me if I’m wrong.)
Once questions were answered, the shopping began. I didn’t want to use “China prices” but I also wanted to make sure I knew my audience, which is why I chose the trade-in system. This trunk show was intended to teach me a lot about what I had made, what would sell, and what I needed to start making.
My list goes like this:
I didn’t make enough culottes, pants, and skirts for women.
Everyone seemed to like the designs, if only for themselves, in their sizes. So, I’m going to work on getting more clothes made for women. It’s fun. I’ve got a bunch of orders to fill so I really shouldn’t go on and on here, but I wanted to share in my delight.
I have a couple people coming in so I can take their measurements. I like the idea of having hard copies of patterns for the women that want them. That way, they could just call or email saying, Hey, I need a skirt like the one you made me last time… I’ll drop off the fabric this weekend. There. Done.
I went fabric shopping, seeing that I wanted to try things out on myself- poor me, new clothes. I also wanted to use what I wear as a show of what I can make so that people don’t have to just look at drawings. They can feel the fabric and tell me, oh yeah. I gotta have me one of those skirts! You get the picture.
So, this is me. A year or so ago I was dreaming this big dream and now I’m starting to live it. I’ve got friends who have high hopes for me and my business and can see me in a downtown location- which frightens me to no end. But, this part, what I’m living now, frightened me a year ago. So, who knows what the future will bring.
April 13, 2010 § 3 Comments
I’m seeing more and more of the signs that tell me that baby brother has noticed that he and I are actually different people. I say up, he says down. Just to be contrary. Not to be annoying but just to be.
This morning he really wanted the cinnamon and after he held it a while and started figuring out how to open it and shake it all over me I put it out of reach. He had a really hard time with that and let me know. The lovely thing is that I was so calm. He had a chance to have some big emotions and I was his rock. The whole time I kept saying: I’m here. Big sister was quiet through the whole scene. She just watched and was present for her brother. It seemed like baby brother got that we were here for him and we didn’t mind that he was having big emotions.
There was nothing we could have changed for him. So, waiting worked.
I blog about this because I don’t always have it in me to be so present. It’s really a nice feeling to be so grounded when my kids need to vent (aka. have fits). Yay for me!