When I was younger (not much younger, cause clearly I’m incredibly youthful now ;) ), I remember “making” my own perfume .. and by making I mean mixing various perfumes to create my own original scent- O! it was original alright!, I’d then bottle it up, decorate the bottle with a label, usually made from some lace and a Tutti Frutti cartoon cut out from the Tutti Frutti Mag… (damn it! I just gave away my age didn’t I?) …
Anyways, I would bottle up these grotesque sweet smells and give them to my Nanny to take to her job where she would (get this)… SELL them to her co-workers.
Yes, people actually bought the crap! … and although I have no actual proof, by the ‘overwhelming’ request for re-orders, I’m pretty sure Nanny’s office smelled like a whore house.
When I decided to close up my fragrance shop (demand was just too high, and I couldnt afford a staff), I went into Bow making. I think I got one of those bow making kits for Christmas and I was inspired. This I must say I was a bit better at and so I would spend hours making bows upon bows.. big bows – flowered bows- shiny bows- tiny bows… and again, I’d send them with Nanny to work and she’d sell them… THOSE sold like “hot cakes”
Well now Im home– So desperate and determined to find that balance of staying home with my babies and having something to call “my thing” and I find myself feeling like the jack of all trades.
I did Beauticontrol for a while. It was fun, and “lucrative” for a while… but I was done dealing with the skeptical people who were always looking at me like I was trying to rip them off.
Recently I started up my invite and favor business, it seemed like a great idea since I had been doing it for friends and family for free for years…
I even thought making the business more of a party planning biz, Then I thought, maybe I should just focus on the favors, then I saw adorable tutu outfits on line – and thought.. HEY! maybe I can make tutu’s- I get to save money by making my daughter stuff and maybe make a sale here and there– not that I’ve ever made one before, but I’m sure I could if I tried.. I mean, If I could make perfume at 8, surely I can swing making some tutus out of tulle.
And yesterday, In tweets with a crazy talented, and equally frustrated mama- we began admiring the big sassy accessories they have out for babies.
And then today— as I had my morning coffee, I looked over at my coffee table
and found this:
& I thought…
Really? is this creativity or an illness formed out of desperation to break from this mommy-mold I’ve fallen into?
… and more importantly, why did Nanny have to retire? She took away all of my loyal clientele! Was it really TOO much to ask of her to work til she was about 110 years old? I mean I thought I was her favorite!
