Why did I decide to start a business? What brought you to this point in your life?
These are great questions and I promise to try and make this as short as I can. I always dreamed of owning my own business. At age &, I had decided two ultimate dreams. I wanted a museum and zoo combo. I was tired of traveling long distances (at least to my short legs) to get to my two favorite places. Why did they have to be so far apart anyway! I craved one place that held my ultimate getaways. I wanted a place that housed the best museum and had the ultimate zoo attached. . I had drawn a layout for the museum and zoo attractions. I had a name, different places I wanted to feature. I kept that dream for about three years.
I had forgotten about it over the years, until 10 years later, when another idea struck me. How about my own bakery and bookstore? Surely, that would be the ultimate place. Books were the new museums to me. Why walk around when you could immerse yourself in books for hours more, even after the museum has closed? It would have been awesome. But alas, that dream lasted for about 5 years before I gave up on it. It's not that I didn't want to do it anymore, I just understood how much it would take to start that dream.
I gave up on thinking of new businesses. I wasn't sure what I was good at anymore. I was still baking for fun. I had more books than bookshelves. My fondness for zoos and museums never disappeared, but doing anything with these four things would cost a lot of money and more experience with working in these settings. Then college came and my time was torn between social, academic and work life. Although I have been a crafty child all my life, my college years did not provide me enough time to explore how crafty I was. It was not until a few years ago that I started working with anything craft related.
I was mending clothes and was bored out of my mind. My dog was laying on the sofa and looking bored too. The poor thing had destroyed all of the toys we bought him. I threw a water bottle and missed the trash can, instead, Moses jumped off the sofa, tail wagging and pounced on the bottle. I covered it with some sleeves from a shirt I had just cut to make rags. INSTANT HIT! I started to make toys for my dog as much as I could. This eventually led me to making stuffed animals/pillows for myself. I was bored, was out of school and unlucky in finding a job. The pillows offered me an outlet to do something and get my frustration out. Plus, pillow are comfy.
Then the unexpected happened, I moved back to Chicago. It's not that it was a bad thing, just unexpected. I started sewing more as a way to escape my depression. I figured if I could keep my mind long enough on these small projects, that it would be over before I realized it. Once school started, I realized I had no jewelry. I had a few pieces, but not many. I was sick of being boring and wanted something that was me. I went shopping and couldn't find anything. Too much plastic or too much nickel (I have a nickel allergy). So, my then partner, decided to get me a small jewelry kit and some beads. After finishing homework, I used every possible moment to make jewelry and it stuck. This was something I loved doing.
When Christmas arrived, I got a surprise from my Dad. He bought me a sewing machine! I was so happy! No longer would I be forced to sew by hand. I could do more in my limited time and accomplish projects I put on the "Maybe in the Future" list. I kept making jewelry and started fixing my clothes to fit better. My friends took notice and were all interested in the new things I was doing. When I showed them some of the things I had made, a few of them bought jewelry from me. Other friends paid me to mend some of their favorite clothes that had torn. Once I saw that people were interested in it, I kept going. It wasn't until this past April that I decided to make it an official business.
I'm still learning and progressing. I don't expect it to be an easy road for me. I have a small support group that is completely honest with me and whether something I made has potential for sale. So, there's the short(ish) version of what brought me to were I am today.