Week of 9/25 - 10/1/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market! Beautiful morning! The week before payday! And a Bronco game at 11am! None of this bodes well for sales! None of it! If I still use exclamation points, will it feel better? More happy?
No, it will not. Sales were down, as I expected. The weather was beautiful. Come home, unload, eat some lunch, then go to Costco for dog food. Come home, plan my week of production in anticipation of Saturday. Organize the laundry. Get ready for the week. Order materials right before bed because I forgot to do it earlier.
Monday: Work, then a softball game that lasts forever, come home, unload 50# bags of sugar and salt from the car that my husband picked up for me today. Grab some food, shove it in my piehole, and go to derby practice where I will NOT skate, because my legs need a BREAK.
Not literally! Ha!
Come home, go to bed by 10:30, not too bad.
Tuesday: Work, stay late because of play practice, plan on making masks tonight. Husband will make bath salts and sugar scrub for me this week. I will do the rest.
Wednesday: Work, go to chiropractor, pick up food, pick up kid after softball, go home. Eat the food, then start on the printer.
The printer has not been working. Why. WHY? WHY CAN'T TECHNOLOGY JUST WORK AND WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN RIGHT WHEN I NEED TO PRINT ALL THE LABELS?
Fidget around on the support websites, trying to figure out what gives. Restart printer. Restart computer. Finally resort to deleting printer on computer, and attempting to install it as a new printer.
OMG IT WORKED IT WORKED OH HAPPY DAY.
Why isn't it printing? There is nothing on this page it just shot out. DAMN IT.
Remove ink, realize they are pretty much dry, run to Target, buy new ink, come back, install----AND IT PRINTS!
I'm going to bed.
Thursday: Exhausted. Can't get out of bed. Stay in bed until I can't take it any longer and have to pee. Throw some food in the lunch bag, throw some clothes on, and make it to work.
Friday: Exhausted. Still, have to make sugar scrub. Make it. Have to make lotion--all 3 kinds. Make the lotion. Label the soaps. Print out labels for salt, lotions, scrubs. Label all the things. Pack the buckets. Pack many of the new lotions, scrubs, and all the salt. Collapse in bed, because my load-in time tomorrow is 6:30am.
Saturday: Horseshoe Craft and Flea Market! Up at 5:17 am because I FORGOT TO SET MY ALARM OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS? Get up, get moving, pack water and snacks, pack the car, out the door to Starbucks, have coffee and a breakfast sandwich as well. Drive to show, eat breakfast sandwich on the way. Arrive at 6:31am, not bad. Drive in, unload, drive away, park my car (you've all seen the video, when we have 125 vendors, it becomes a very serious thing, unloading!). Walk back, and set up slowly, because it does NOT take me that long to set up. Make friends with my neighbors, take photos of some of their weirdness because they are the best neighbors!
Beautiful day. Slow sales.
I check in with other vendors after the day is over, and they all say the same. Beautiful day. Slow sales. We all made about half of what we have in the past. What is going on with this year?
Week of 9/18 - 9/24/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day, hooray! Except, who is this? In my spot? unloading and setting up and WOULD YOU GET YOUR DAMN CAR IN YOUR OWN SPOT OMG. I am so cranky about this! So cranky, that I made a video about it, last year. To wit:
Will they listen? No, they will not. They will keep their dang car there, blocking the thoroughfare, so the rest of us have a big traffic jam and throw hissy fits on YouTube.
Sales were below average. The weather was good. The third weekend of the month isn't usually very good--people have to make it to the next payday. My friend came by and kept me company with shenanigans. We decided the next time she comes we need to do a Facebook Live broadcast because we are so hilarious. We are sure that everyone will think so. Every person on the planet will agree that we are comedic geniuses.
Hold your breath for that one, right?
Monday: Back to work. Stay late because of softball practice. Come home, eat, then run off to roller derby practice, which I CANNOT skip, because we have a game on Saturday and I'm on the roster. Ghost out of practice after scrim because sleep is a thing. Home, shower, bed. Therapy is important.
Tuesday: Today I will rest. Go to work, have meetings, do all the things, stay late because of play practice (joiner child!), go home, eat, make a list of crafty things I need to do, note that new printer is not printing AGAIN, and I just cannot deal with technology not working! UGH! Why can't things just WORK?
Obviously I am cranky again. Cranky on Sunday, cranky on Tuesday. Sigh.
Wednesday: I am going to the gym today. I am going to the gym today. I am going to the gym today. TODAY. I packed my clothes and they are ready in the car.
Bomb squad called to school because of a threat. After-school activities canceled. Have to drive the child home.
I am not going to the gym today.
Thursday: I AM GOING TO THE GYM TODAY! Grr! Go to work, have all the meetings, do all the things, child goes to play practice and I FINALLY make it to the gym! Work out, feel amazing. I really need to try and get there more often. Would softball just end already? Come home, eat dinner, consult my crafting list. Sigh. Shower, bed.
Friday: Finally, Friday. At lunch, check on my Skillshare class. 32 enrolled! Woo hoo! Even at this slow rate, it's 3 times more than YouTube has ever paid me in a month. I'm making more of these little classes! I love them!
Have I mentioned to you how much I love making videos? Tutorial videos, talking head videos, shenanigan videos. I love it all. It's like a convergence of all of my skills I've learned as a human, to date. It just feels right.
Saturday: Finally, sleep! I sleep in, then get up, have some coffee, and psych myself up to make some lotion. Or masks. Or anything. Instead, I watch Game of Thrones reruns and walk the dog. I have a roller derby game, so we have to leave at 3:30. I can get a lot done between now and then. Well, 3pm, because I have to get my uniform together, etc.
I walk the dog and plan what I will do. I will make masks.
I do not make masks, and succumb to the depression that sets on on Saturdays. Always on Saturdays, and always when I have a game. What is going on? Next weekend is Horseshoe Craft and Flea Market, and I have to be prepared! Guh!
Make nothing. Drive to Colorado Springs to play roller derby. Play my heart out. Feel great. Hobble to the car afterward because I'm getting old.
Still feel great, though.
Week of 9/11-9/17/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day, hooray! Checked my email--started the day with a $77 order. Yes! Beautiful weather in the morning--very cool. I needed a hoodie. By only 7:30am, I ditched the hoodie. By the end of the market, it was 87 degrees. Not cool, Colorado, not cool. Finish up, get some food, then rest. Walk the dog, get ready for work tomorrow.
Monday: To work! Mondays are difficult. Today is more so, for some reason. I have noticed that I am feeling the effects of fatigue very sharply this year. I attribute everything to grief anymore. Not sure if that's correct or appropriate, but it keeps me focused on self-kindness, so that's good anyway. Today I have the impulse to sell everything we have and move out of the country. Just run away. Forever. Go to roller derby practice instead.
Tuesday: Whoa, Tuesdays are SO MUCH WORSE than Mondays, because of practice, which runs until 9:30pm. I leave early so that I can be in bed at a decent hour, but dang. Push through at work anyway, help the child with homework, come home, walk the dog. Collapse in bed. I can't think of anything except sleep anymore.
Wednesday: My friend at school is asking for more private order lotion. I make it for her with essential oils that she purchased. Note to self: make the damn lotion on Saturday. At school until 5pm because of softball practice. I don't write and send the invoice for tomorrow until about 8pm, which is way too late, and omg I need to sleep.
Sleep is where it's at. I'm glad I don't have much trouble with it. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I couldn't sleep. Shout out to those with insomnia issues. I'm so sorry.
Thursday: My husband drives to Fort Collins to deliver the private label order. Comes back with a big fat check. YES. I LOVE PRIVATE LABEL! It's so worth it. If you make batch-able products like I do, you should totally look into it. It's about 20% of the work for 50% of the money of retail. Even I can do that math. WORTH IT. After school, we attend my daughter's softball game, then go eat, then go home and walk the dog, then collapse.
Friday: Deposit check. Whoever invented mobile deposit with the phone is an absolute GENIUS. I can adult without going to the bank!
Why do I hate physically going to the bank so much?
Aaanyway, work, then another softball game (wtf, schools?). During game, make list of products I need to make, including private order lotion, bottling liquid soap, making bath salts (buy jars? yes? maybe?). Oh, god, did the car payment go? ::checks bank account:: Not yet, probably Monday. Good, good. It's all good. Home after the game, dinner, bed.
Saturday: To the gym, for once! I missed all week, but I kept walking the dog. I have to figure something out with softball practice and games, so I can go to the gym more than once per week. This isn't going to cut it. Workout, feel great, come home. All of those things on the list? Yeah, they aren't getting done today. I need to rest. So I do. I suppose the other stuff will get done soon enough.
Grief is the hardest thing I have ever done.
Week of September 5- 9, 2016
Sunday: Farmer's market! Good sales today, and I'm feeling pretty good despite the lingering nonsense from the headache debacle the previous two days. A headache that bad is NOT recommended. Spend the rest of the day resting, because I have tomorrow off from school.
Monday: Labor Day! I labored by making 50 bottles of face lotion. It took about 2 solid hours to make the lotion, bottle it, clean the bottles, label them, and shrink wrap the tops. Pretty good for 2 hours of labor. I then took the rest of the day off, until it was time for roller derby. Great practice, come home, bask in the glory of a three-day weekend in which all the laundry got done, fall asleep.
Tuesday: Back to work. OMG. Husband has made the private label soaps, and I create a new calendar on the wall, indicating delivery next Thursday.
Wednesday: Work again. Worked out at the gym. No crafting. Went to the chiropractor after work. Scheduled for another appointment next week, same time, this is going to help. I swear it is.
Thursday: Pretty good day. Start planning for what I need to make this weekend. Try to get to bed early.
Friday: Cannot believe it's finally here. Work, come home, eat dinner, walk the dog, literally collapse in bed before 8pm. Wake up at 7am. OH GLORIOUS SLEEP WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
Saturday: Up at a decent hour, have some coffee and breakfast, walk the dog. Go to the gym for their fundraiser workout, come home, shower, make lip balm (hey hey! Actual manufacturing, what?), bag it up. Pack the buckets, refresh the till. Go to bed early.
Oh, how I love going to bed early.
Week of August 28 - September 3, 2016
Sunday: Up and at 'em at the farmer's market. Lovely weather (are we finally heading into fall? I am cynical enough to doubt that), pretty good sales. Some friends came to visit. Took a photo of a woman's super-cute sweater, thinking that I could upcycle old sweaters into that style with all the free time that I have. (see above) Packed up, went home, unloaded. Rested, walked the dog, got ready for the week. Noted what items I need to make this week and when.
Monday: Up at dark thirty, eat, walk the dog, make lunch, get dressed, out the door to school at 6:30am. How do I do this? How do I do this all day, every day? I am really tired. Luckily, my daughter has softball tryouts after school (see that sarcasm there?), so I get to stay at school until 5pm.
Come home, shove food in my gullet, get ready, go to roller derby practice. Feel better. Come home, shower, collapse.
Tuesday: OMG 5AM WTF. Same day as yesterday. Think about crafting. Think about ordering olive oil because we are out. Do none of this because of exhaustion. In bed by 7:55pm.
Wednesday: Up and at 'em. Feeling a little better. Since the gym is so close to work, I have decided to take my lunch hour and work out. I can eat at my desk. I do this, feel great, come back to school, get work done, stay late because of softball again. Consider making products in the evening. Laugh at myself.
Thursday: Grief is a horrible, horrible thing. It affects every aspect of my life. I try to ignore it, try to pack it away somewhere safe, so I can deal with it "later," but this is not the case. Cry at work when I'm alone, text my husband, try to get it together. Complete some work, do some things. In bed by 8pm.
Friday: Finally Friday. Get home from work, collapse. Watch videos until bedtime. Wake up at 10pm with a MIGRAINE HEADACHE that lasts through the night, even with pain relief.
Saturday: Get up, let dog out, do not walk the dog because the migraine persists. Sleep off and on all day while the migraine decides whether or not to go away. Watch videos in bed all day and do not one damn thing that I need to do because of this. Walk the dog in the evening, tentatively, in case the migraine returns. It does not, feel a bit better, pack the buckets for tomorrow. Will I have to vend in the morning with a migraine?
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Hi, I'm Amy Kalinchuk. I am an author, publisher, crafter, entrepreneur, roller derby skater, wife, mom, and friend. I try to be organized and maintain an air of enviable breezy elegance. I do not always succeed. But crafting? I can do that. And small business. I can do that, too. So can you! No, seriously, you can do this! I'll show you.