Ok let’s just get right into it. I was trying to think of some poetic way to start this post, some nice little lead-in. I once read that you should always sandwich bad news with 2 pieces of good news, which always makes me think of Oreos and then I’m like “Ohhh Oreos…” but I never have any Oreos and there’s no good news to come before and after the bad news that you have no Oreos and the whole thing starts all over again. Damn. In his book “Growing a Business” (out of print) Paul Hawken says starting a business is rarely the end of the story. It’s the beginning. He specifically says a grand opening of something like...
Like anything else you get yourself all excited for, the whole transition from corporate day-job to being my own boss came and went way too fast and I barely had time to register every step. The Friday I said goodbye to the office I went to every day for almost 6 years was rushed because Rob and I had dinner plans. Before I knew it I was walking out with a box and yelling “BYE YOU GUYS!!” across the whole floor (yes, I actually did that.) The following week I had off. I spend Monday at the beach with my bestie and then hoped to only spend about 1 MAYBE 2 days at the store finishing up in there. LOL...
Howdy from the last day I sit in this chair, at this desk, in a cube, in a SEA of cubes, in an office. At least, I hope. I’ve waited for this day for what seems like forever. I was thinking last night about a time a few years ago when I was just making my own cards and going to the South End Market and every year I would barely break even. I felt like I was killing myself at night after work to make cards, and spending half my weekend in a parking lot in Boston, for what? To make just enough money to KEEP DOING THAT? It’s not like it was so much fun that making just enough to...
Holy shit you guys. Like, holy shit. I move between terrified and excited and then back to terrified and then PUMPED and then…I go to the office and feel like it’s a mean joke and then we go get some painting done or rip up carpet and I feel like I lead a secret life. I’m Bruce Wayne and Batman but soon it will go FULL BATMAN ALL UP IN HERE. Let’s begin. For as long as I wanted a store, I had a town in my fair state of Mass all picked out. I mean, OBVIOUSLY if there were storefronts on Boylston St, steps from the Prudential Center, or Tremont in the South End for like, five dollars, THAT would be more ideal...
