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what have I done!?

Panic has set in here... It all seemed like a good idea - right up until the purchase offer was signed.  I'm fairly certain that I just purchased a yarn shop!  Please, please tell me....Am I crazy?   

This, a yarn shop, wasn't even  something I was thinking about only a month ago.  But I had been mulling over  putting some things in a local shop on consignment or opening a teeny tiny place myself when I happened to take a trip to the fiber shop for some roving wool. When I arrived the owner was just putting up some signs announcing that she would be closing the shop soon and the real estate agent was putting the for sale sign up in the yard.  It seemed like a sign from above... someone I probably shouldn't be second guessing... 

It doesn't seem real yet and I hope I'm doing the right thing.  Maybe because so far all I have to show for this life-altering move is some paper.  I still have to come up with the purchase price and move it all to the new location which is currently a large almost empty space.  The investment will definitely have things stretched a little tight for a while  - which has me terrified... but it's also true that if you never take a risk you often miss a lot of positive opportunities.  And I have a habit of playing it safe.

I haven't even settled on a business name yet but this (see above) is what I'm bouncing around in my little head tonight.  The shop's owner wants to hold onto the rights to the current name as she will probably open another shop when they get settled in Atlanta.  If anyone has any ideas please don't hesitate to send them this way!

The shop's current owner is moving along with her husband who is being transferred out of the area so the opportunity arose to purchase her inventory.  She has some wonderful fibers and a has built a nice client base... (just hope I can keep them!)...  and it seemed like a pleasant way to earn a little extra income in a creative atmosphere.  I'm considering moving my studio into the new store space too so I won't waste any time during slow retail hours but, and this is going to sound strange, I'm not certain if I would like not being able to get up and paint if I can't sleep.  Some kids have security blankets; some have their precious paintbrushes!

I'd love to hear what everyone thinks... it's still not too late to reverse things!  I've been agonizing over this for weeks now... along with all the other things going on... oh, woe is me (and on forehead)!

strength

  -Grandmother 1935   

Mothers have the most important jobs in the whole world... and by far the most difficult...

My grandmother, who cared for me almost from the moment of my birth, passed away almost two years ago and yet not an hour passes that I am not thankful for having been her child. 

Just yesterday I found this photo of her.  It is dated 1935.  She was only fourteen years old when this picture was taken - the very same age as my niece, her great-grandaughter, is this year.  How odd it is to think that only five years after this photo was taken she gave life to her first child.  Of course, things were different then... a girl was labeled "spinster" if she wasn't married by the time she turned twenty. 

My grandfather was... well, abusive to my grandmother. [Yet somehow she never seemed to let it defeat her... amazing!]  I used to ask her why she ever married him and she always said the same thing, "That's what you were expected to do back then - get married." 

For all those wonderful mothers whose supply of love and devotion never seems to wane,  "Happy Mothers' Day!"

~~~~You've probably noticed that I've been away for quite a few days and am very behind with my blogging responsibilities.  I've had a lot going on here at home and just haven't had the extra energy to post anything.  But don't think for a moment that I haven't thought about each and every one of you every single day...  just knowing that your kind souls were out there in the world has kept me going.  I'll tell you more about it all soon... if I ever get it sorted out...   Thank you for standing by me.  ~~~~

fish words

Una was alone in her bobbing boat-home but outside feather-finned birds swam through the air and water-winged fishes flew about the ocean.  They would rise to the surface and blow silvery bubbles full of salty fish words.  As the bubbles jumped into the air they popped and words scattered.  Una would catch the words sometimes and toss them around, string them on seagrass and wear them on necklaces.
"Una, a Love Story" written by Larissa N.