Did I say speed bumps? I meant speedwalls

Remember how a couple of months ago I was super excited about my new purpleberry craftweel and then it didn't talk to my laptop?

They started talking. But my paper wouldn't feed. My new, expensive toy have been boxed up to send back for two months now.

Sigh. At least though, Craftwell is willing to try and fix it. I just have to get the darn thing to New York.

Short break and... Back to it!

The Farmer's Market is oer for the season and I took a couple of days to recoup. I think I'm ready top be all fired up about the holiday season!

I have some really great ideas for stocking stuffers and such so keep an eye out at http://www.bubblycreations.com/!

The worst kind of correspondence

I had to send the worst kind of email today.

I took on a project that I thought I would be able to do a couple of months ago. Then, life went crazy.

I should expect my life to go crazy after all these years, but I don't. I think that if I plan things correctly, they will remain as planned. This is not the case. This is something I would really like to change.

The project was fairly simple, but, as time tends to do when you are busy, it went by far to quickly and before I knew it, my deadline was here and I still had not finished.

Today, I had to send the "I'm an A-Hole" letter.

There is nothing I can do to change what has happend, and in a small town such as the one I live in, this is a fantastic way to create a very bad reputation for yourself.

At this point, all I can do is apologize, return the materials, and take the butt chewing she is likely to give. She has been more than patient and understanding.

I know better than to take on more than I can handle and yet I consistantly do it, placing myself in the situation where I let myself and my customers down. This causes undue stress on both ends. I don't like to make promises I can't keep, and I don't like to disappoint people.

Remind me the next time I try to take on a side job that it's not a good idea. My cups already runnith over and when I add to that, I tend to end up all wet.

The rest of the story:
She's a saint. She has someone else who can make them and will contact that person. She offered to compensate me for my time but I refused, as her understanding is enough for me. Oy. That doesn't change that I shouldn't take on side jobs... I should concentrate on the jobs I have! Speaking of... ahem.

Forehead Slap

I think, probably, my best soap conversation starter has got to be my license plate. I'm proud of myself for snagging "SoapGrl" when I had the chance, because, well, people ask about it. A lot. I have made a few sales from explaining that it means that I make and sell soap. (not that I like soap operas as is also occasionally assumed)

Yesterday, I was at the gas station when the fellow in the car in front of me asked, "So, do you make soap?"

To which I explained that I did and that I own a small business. He seemed interested in it, although he did follow up with the second most frequently asked question I get which was, "Like in Fight Club?"

No. Eew. Why in the world would I make soap out of human fat? I'd have to render that stuff. And pull out all the capillaries and other such detritus that feeds the fat in our bodies. (seriously. look it up.)

Nope. Vegetarian soap for me. Then all I have to deal with is a greasy ice cream scoop.

So, gas station dude. Interested in my soap. A lightbulb went off. I SHOULD GIVE HIM A BUSINESS CARD!!!!

I didn't have any. None. Not one. Not even a Reno Roller Girls one that he could use to find me somehow.

Fudge.

You know I mean a different 4 letter word that starts with "F", but this is a "G" rated blog and I try to keep it clean for business.

I know better. I know WAY WAY better.

another lost sale. I have GOT to get better at this...