Some Girls Buy Clothes, I Buy Cloths

Most people go on shopping sprees and they buy clothing. And jewelry. And shoes. And electronic gadgets.

Not me.

When I go on shopping sprees, I buy fabric, and beads, and embroidery thread. I mean, why shell out hundreds of dollars on clothes made in a sweat shop in china, when I can make it at home, and fill the sleepless nights?

So today, I dragged my mother to Joann Fabrics. It’s no G Street Fabrics, but it fills all my basic requirements, and I get some banging discounts, because I moonlight at a school as a costume designer… Or am I moonlighting as a fashion designer/anthropology student, while working as a costume designer? I’ll let you work that one out.

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I figured after putting my costume shop back together, with massive help from the show director and a stage craft student, I deserved some congratulatory shopping.

So anyway, Joann Fabrics.

In one hour, I came up with a 20 yard bolt of muslin, so I can start sewing my projects, and some decent sky blue crepe for the finished product if the robe.

And some bright red silk to finish out a tap pants order.

And odds and ends to get started on my inventory for First Friday (which is approaching like a rider of the apocalypse…)

And a HOARDE of stone beads and pretty sparkly crystal beads, just because I have the tendencies of a magpie and am attracted to shiny objects.

Oh, and some embroidery floss because I always wanted to teach myself to embroider.

And I only spent a dime over 100$, because I’m aces with sale shopping!!! Definitely a great way to round out a VERY busy day.

I think I’m going to sit in front of my stash and drink some cocoa now, I’m beat!!!

Curb the Enthusiasm

When you run a small company, with a work force of one, you wear a lot of hats and have a very small paycheck at the end of the day. You work 8 days a week, and 26 hours a day (all possible with copious amounts of caffeine). Now, when that pay check DOES roll around into your bank account, you should feel happy. You should feel proud. You should feel like you own the world because you EARNED that money.

Today I had those feelings of glee when I made a relatively large (for me) sale in my store. There was mulah in my bank! My first thought- “I’m going out to dinner tomorrow night”, followed by “I’m going to drink Starbucks coffees for a MONTH”, and, finally, the sobering thought of “Well, first I need to pick up the materials, and I don’t have the right thread, so I’ll have to get that, and I’m almost out of X,Y and Z (you fill in the blanks, but basically, supplies that I need)”

When you wear many hats and work many hours in your job, you are lord and master (ROCK ON!) but you are also responsible for… well, being financially responsible. In reality, all of the money from the sale is just going to be cycled right back into the company.

But tonight, I’m going to dream of silk sheets, French champagne and decadent clothing – none of which are in my immediate future. But dreams are free. And don’t impact my bank account!