I have to admit, I had a bit higher expectations. I didn't sell as much jewelry as I'd have hoped, but, I did sell all the stuff in my garage (save a few books) & was even able to give away a broken lawn mower that's been sitting in the garage for over a year.
Overall, it was a success and I got several of my business cards floating out there, now! I had no idea that I would sell some of the things I did, like a big cast iron cookware set, 3 old bikes, an old glider/ottoman set & an old working vacuum. The cast iron was a fun one because the woman who bought it was looking for that specifically. She called her hub because he was the one who wanted it, and he was chuffed. I could hear his excitement on the phone. That was pretty neat, to me anyhow. ;)
I took some time this weekend to reflect on some things...namely me. I can make things & do it well. What I have never been good at is being a sales person. While I love creating, I'm not good at the selling part. I guess there's some work for me on the horizon - self improvement stuff. Isn't that always the case, though? In every aspect of life? A woman's work is never done, no matter the type of work.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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2 comments:
Good for you for identifying a way to grow:-)
Thinking about it is always scarier than it really is because we mentally give it too much credit. It will come as you grow and I have no doubt you'll grow to be what you need to be and do it gracefully!
PS - Sorry I got miss'n like that...long story and I owe you an email!!!
Love,
The Shitty Friend
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