Anti-Climax

I DID do it, after all. I loaded up the stuff I've been working on and took it on down to the store.

And the owner wasn't there.

Note to self: call first next time. I got myself all lathered up over nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. I did go to two other boutiques (wearing some of my clothes) and just inquired if they would be interested in seeing more. The first boutique--one of my favorites in Golden--said they would love to, but they are going out of business. They told me to sell in a street fair that happens in April, though, and they took my number to give to the next owner (who is going to specialize in handmade clothing. Watch out now). The third boutique also said they were interested, but I don't think it was my vibe.

Here's the thing. I don't know if I want to sell in boutiques. Because they have to take their cut, you know? And I don't want to jack my prices up super-high.

There's Etsy, I guess, but I'm nervous about learning to take good pictures and having to spend a bunch of time on marketing. I want to keep things light and fun and easy.

So, maybe the street fair will be the option.

Mulling, mulling.