Today was the day. The newspaper article about the shop ran on the front cover of the "Accent" section, the upper 2/3rds of the page, with another third (plus another color photo) on page 3. Good "advertising", but I really got my butt kicked. I did more in sales today than last week's total. I'm spending the rest of the night on my little heating pad, after I take a very hot, excessively long shower. My quilt class suffered benign neglect because of all the "press" today. I'm guessing it'll be more of the same tomorrow. Saturdays and Sundays used to be the "why am I even here?" days. We'll see if the newspaper article changes that. I'm a little afraid. Lil' fat girl about ran her ass off today. I'm wearing my Mary Janes and my super-loose jeans tomorrow. If it's slow, I can curl up on the sofa and pretend I'm in jammies. The heating pad is going with me. As are the frosted cookies (again, sorry Steph, you weight-losing machine!),and a bottle of Excedrin. And the Xanax, though I didn't need it today.
I loved meeting all the new customers who kept pouring into the shop. Crazy busy= fun. (It also equals sore backside, though, so I'm off to that hot shower.) Keep your crossables crossed that business continues to pick up. I'm all about that. And the man has spied a house in town, a easy walk from the shop, that we might go look at this week. Imagine that... forced exercise, and we could ditch our huge house payment and a truck. I might be all about that, too. Things to ponder... latah, knittas. C