I was hyperventilating, worried that I'd made the biggest financial mistake ever. I'd stopped sleeping and smiling, and lived in fear that I was throwing a party and no one would show. One year ago today I opened the doors to Clementine's Dry Goods and waited.
It's been the coolest year of my life. Yeah, money is still a worry, but word about the shop is spreading. The greatest people have come into my life to help me when I've needed it the most, from dyeing yarn, to website creation, to therapy and creative/technical assistance. I've met great crafty women from near-ish and afar, too many to even link here. There is the Wednesday knitting posse, who have acted as emotional crutches too many times to mention. Thanks for the strong back, Rob. Possibly I am a bigger pain in the ass than I realize, but that's what you have the good drugs for.
This was shaping up to be an anti-climactic week, after Mandi's crazy-good Monday, but, sure enough, I'd asked her to stop by and sprinkle some of her pixie-dust and she did. She's the reason I'm still sane. Friends who pull out all the stops and hold things together when life gets too busy to breathe are how we're still making it. Today got so busy I didn't even have time to dwell on "the birthday". Good thing LeAnn called to check on the old girl. (And no, Clem hadn't been drinking... yet.)
I just heard something wet hit the kitchen floor, and it may have been peas, liberated from their can. More disasters start that way, but it's "fend for yourself night" here at Becher Haus, so I bid you adieu until tomorrow. C