Here is the newest little set of cat butt ornaments. I’ve been having fun playing with the variegated sock yarn with the solid base colors for these butts. You really never know how it’ll turn out until you are finished. It’s the little things for me… The last set listed had ten cat butt ornaments, so a set of three seemed like a good start for those of you still on the fence about cat butts; especially in your brick and mortar shops. It’s time to really get this cat butt wholesale train moving, and I’m hoping that having more choices will be helpful.
The week before a show is always a little more hectic than usual. There is work strewn about everywhere, I tend to curse a little more, and I find myself doing things that have nothing to do with crochet work. We always manage to find a major life chore to throw in during the week too. This week has been no different that what happens every week before a show.
I applied for Etsy Wholesale when they were in beta. I don’t even remember how long ago that was. Knot By Gran’ma was turned down, and I chalked it up to things that weren’t meant to be. It happens. Life got busy after that, and I forgot all about wholesaling anything. There was scheduling to figure out, a direction to find, happiness to nab (along with my health), and more drama than this Momma ever wants to deal with ever again. Thank you for turning me down, Etsy. For real.
It’s that time of year again when I’m going to be stuck in my house crocheting butts. Every year I say I’ll make them as the year goes on, so I’ll have an inventory and not become swamped. Every year I end up cursing myself that I didn’t follow my plan, as I’m crocheting butts for the orders that are coming in. I’m learning to accept this.
Judging people and being judged by people has been on my mind for a while. It makes me uncomfortable. I catch myself starting to judge others a lot. I have to step back and remember that I have no idea what that person is going through. Maybe there’s something else going on in their lives, and their behavior is just a reflection of the stress of it. It’s really difficult to do sometimes… especially if someone is yelling at you and your kid in a pharmacy. (True story.) There’s usually something else going on in the background with that person.
Vacation is over. I’m sad and happy about that. It was great to get away and do some fishing, along with other touristy things. It would have been better if we had caught some fish (Kiddo did on his last outing.). Hubs says that’s why they call it fishing and not catching. I guess he’s right.