Showing posts with label destabled. Show all posts
Showing posts with label destabled. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 October 2018

I am the storm

I had a moment last week. It was very clearly the moment I realised I was doing it; I'm an entrepreneur!

I've been feeling good for a while now. Business is steadily flowing in, I'm winning more contracts than not of the ones I choose to go for - which is a bit because I know what I can do better and also I know which jobs work better for me too. I opened my Etsy shop back up after a few months on holiday and the sales are steadily starting to come back in from there too - which is good news as it means the break hasn't hurt my business or reputation.

I still feel like there are far too many options on the table for me. I have to choose which things to cut now when I write a to do list, rather than which to start. I just have so many ideas and possibilities and avenues keep opening up for me. I'm thrilled, I'm grateful to the universe (as I am a massive hippy really) and I find that the more I keep working the more opportunities there are.

I often use that quote actually "Inspiration will strike, but it needs to find you working". I would say that 80% of my working time is either problem solving or designing so actually inspiration is very crucial.

I used to think the best ideas came at midnight too, but as my business grows I can find ideas come anytime really. A quiet place without lots of distractions is good, so trying to get to sleep can be one of my best inspiration striking places, which is probably why I used to think the ideas came late.

Let's go back to my moment. I was sick last week - proper sick, unable to leave my bed with chills and a fever and everything hurt. I was a bit disoriented so I put everything I could on hold and focused on the most important tasks. I'd signed up for some training on Wednesday and it was training that I knew wouldn't be on offer for another year. The last thing I felt like doing was leaving my sick bed and trying to pay attention to a course on bookkeeping. But - I did it, I went. I took some day nurse and got through it. 

The moment that my feet left my bed, the moment that I stood on the floor, feeling pretty darn rubbish but dragged myself to the shower. That was the moment I knew it; I want this enough. I will do whatever it takes to be successful day in day out. I am doing it, I am in charge of my own path, my own destiny, I am the storm.


Thursday, 26 April 2018

Making Memories

Making memories is a bit of a buzzword at the moment. We’re not going shopping kids, we're playing board games and making memories. We are not just going for a walk, we are making memories.

You know what though, it works. Laughing together over silly things, it matters. When I think about my childhood I think of lots of walks on the moors, climbing trees in the field, meeting friends on my bike, going to see relatives, creating slug and snail obstacle courses in the garden ( yes really! ), doing jigsaws in front of the fire, that time I stood on a rusty nail and had to hop all the way home, climbing inside the paper recycling bins - the smell! 

None of those things were expensive, although they may have been quite specific to a rural childhood. 
When I ask others about their memories of people, it’s very rare that material goods are mentioned. This may start to change due to the rise in consoles. I’m not a gamer, but everyone else in my family is and my friends who are ten years younger all seem to play. 

I asked others for their favourite childhood memories and one stood out. It was about being 'bed gnomes' where my friend and her sister used to pile onto their parents bed at the end of the day and tell them all about their day. They called it being 'bed gnomes' and still do this as adults when they are all at home together. I absolutely love the phrase and have a probably-completely-wrong mental picture of her and her sister perched on the bed like a little gnome. I'm seeing pointy bed sheets to give the impression of hats too, but then I do have a massively overactive imagination! 

We have a similar tradition in our house; we all pile onto our bed and eat cake and open presents at breakfast time whenever it is one of our family birthdays. The birthday boy (usually - as I'm massively outnumbered) picks the kind of cake in advance and that is how we start the day. 






Place names can be so evocative too. I recently made some signposts where the places were special names to the pair of them; 'The Crossroads', 'The Lane', 'Daisy Farm' and it was wonderful to imagine what those places looked like as I cut and sanded the wood, assembled and stamped, glued and clamped. 

Where are your happy places? I have different ones for different friends; some I remember through songs we always danced to, some through the trips we have taken together to the cities in Europe, some through the pubs and clubs of our youth. 

With my family and childhood it's more about days out for me; long walks along 'Ilkley Moor', afternoons spent fishing and paddling at 'Jeremy's field' with my cousins, climbing the 'Big Tree' on summer days, pushing my toy doll around 'The Rec', actually swimming in the river at 'Edisford' and walking along the river to the 'Swing Bridge'. 

My husband would be a whole other set of names; 'Paris' as we have a fabulous tradition of always spending the 29th February in Paris, 'Skipton Castle' where we got married, 'Marrakech' where we went on honeymoon, 'Plitvice Lakes' where we spent a memorable holiday, 'Ilkley Moor' where our favourite family photograph was taken, and probably 'Rolls Royce' which is where the majority of our nights out occur! 



I think this is why my signposts are my best seller. They are a gift which reminds people of special places and occasions. 

Recently many of the signposts I have made have been gifts for men; Dad's, Friend's, Uncle's, Granddads... I think I'll be busy with these in the run up to Father's Day, which falls on Sunday 17th June here in the UK. I need up to two weeks to make these (depending on how busy I am) and will take orders for Father's Day until early June. 

They have had names of places in the Lake District for keen cyclists and walkers, names of places people have spent happy times together on holidays, names of rivers for fishermen, beaches and hills. One was even football grounds. Restaurants, boats, favourite real ales, golf courses, train stations, my signposts can say whatever you like, to convey whatever memory you would like to share. 


They are also available as a free standing signpost; just in case you're not a fan of bookends or books on display. 



We all like to be remembered and 'the thought that counts' is certainly true! I know when I receive a gift which is thoughtful it means so much more than the cost. Although, quick plug, my bookends are very reasonably priced and can be found here in my Etsy shop. 

I don't want to end on a plug, it just feels wrong to my British brain! I'm not sure I'll ever get the hang of the sales part of my business. I love the making, and I really enjoy writing a blog, taking pictures and most of the other tasks. I've got to tidy my studio and I don't even mind that, but when it comes to sales I'm still a bit clueless! 

So let's quickly end on birthdays; destabled has just turned One! One whole year. I'm so delighted and I have learned so much. It's still quite thrilling to think that 'stuff' that I've made is dotted around the UK in different people's homes. Sometimes people tell me I'm brave to start a business and just put myself out there, but I don't think I am. I'm just a person with a burning desire to make things and the grit and stamina to just keep doing that. Notoriously the first few years in business are tough, and I do agree with that, but each day you just have to keep going. Keep making, keep talking, keep having the ideas and hopefully one day soon I'll get chance to actually learn to be a better saleswoman. Wish me luck! Or better still - tell me how!