It’s the day after.
I have a vendor space at a local Farmer’s Market every Wednesday.
It’s the day I have the most fun all week, and get to clown around, show off, shout, laugh, give free hugs, make acquaintances, make people happy, listen to the “Mmmmmmm,” and maybe even offend by accident.
I work hard all week to prepare, and the long hours are getting to me.
I miss the time in my garden, time with my animals and time to enjoy this beautiful place I live in.
It all started when my daughter asked if I wanted to start a cupcake business with her. I said, “Yes!”
So, we started, invested, promoted. We had some regular customers, did a few big events, and offer free delivery.
Fast forward to the day after.
I’m running the business alone, and always trying new things. It’s hard for me NOT to try new things. The cupcakes, though organically made, weren’t the big hit we had hoped for.
I added French Macarons, for which I have developed a small following.
Then came the organic, vegetarian, real fruit turnovers, cookies, breads,
all home made with love and the finest ingredients.
I do offer my homemade preserves and other canned delights every week, and fruits, when in season.
In between, I am sewing retro aprons, in a signature style, and quite wonderful, too.
This year, I have donated 50% of all proceeds from my apron sales
to the North Coast Marine Mammal Center here in Crescent City.
It’s getting to be too much. My dreams of writing are sliding around like a kid on roller skates for the first time.
It doesn’t feel good.
People ask for things and never come back. I believe they are being truthful when they make requests,
and they are likely, just talking to talk.
Today, the day after, I have made a decision to stop making breads for the public, keep my eye on the macarons, sew a little more, offer my signature organically made cupcakes and turnovers, offer fruits in season and that’s about it.
There is so much creativity in me that it’s screaming to get out.
I have never been fond of baking sweets, but I am fond of making people happy.
I do enjoy making the macrons, though!
Macaron shells waiting to be filled.
This situation reminds me of my thoughts of not finding readers, reaching people, with the big difference of time.
If I spend as much time writing, as I have in the kitchen each week, I’d have a book finished in no time.
After an exhausting week, and the realization that I am just not going to have the resources (financially) or regular assistance, (an extra pair of hands) besides my dear husband,
I am not going to have much of a business in rural Del Norte County.
There, I’ve said it. Ouch.
I’m certain that if I lived in a metropolitan area, my clientele would develop quickly.
Everything tastes SO GOOD!
Just before bed last night, I received three inquiries for my French Macarons.
I will follow up, and expect nothing. There will be no disappointments.
And writing and creating art with paper, fabric and other media, will feed ME, deep inside.
What are your thoughts?
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