Walks in St. Johns. New favorite coffee. Gingham love. Friends. Beer. Fall. Way too much work. Yep.
xo
~betsy
***Song of the Moment: Amsterdam, by Peter Bjorn and John***
Archive for the ‘Who IS this girl, Betsy Cross?’ Category
Weeks passing…
Tuesday, November 15th, 2011When is Summer coming?
Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
Early June: California show tour.
Oh yeah. OOOOOh yeah. Weeeeeeeell, well, well. I think we were playing hide and go seek with Summer. It found a really great–amazingly clever–hiding space. I went off looking and got so distracted by other things (like opening a shop, maintaining and gaining wholesale accounts, and driving to and from shows/events in Seattle, SF, LA, and Chicago) …I forgot to actually go and find it.
Mid June: New shop design shopping. Wow, what a task.
So…Summer got bored and left to play with Fall. And then Fall killed Summer.
Late June: Fill the biggest order of my life.
Okay, not really. Maybe Fall just tucked Summer in for its yearly hibernation. But the thing is, summer is gone now and it’s time for me to be okay with that. And come to grips with the fact that I’ve just experienced the craziest Summer of my life.
Early August: Big sis gets hitched and I wear my favorite summer jewelry.
Here we are in…OCTOBER… and I’m trying to be here. Now, with the Fall.
I find comfort in this blog and I hope to be snuggling up to in the next few weeks. In the meantime, please know that I’ve missed you guys.
Early September: Snuggling with Gingham. (This one sort of sums it all up.)
Stories of how time flew by are most definitely waiting behind the curtain for their cues. I shall be calling them onstage very very soon.
xo~betsy
***Song of the Moment: Chilly Winds Don’t Blow, by Nina Simone***
My wife is part Pac-Man.
Friday, May 6th, 2011We worked late last night and agreed on the way home that cooking in was simply not an option. We dropped the pup off at home and popped down to Leisure Public House.
As is often the case when pastrami is a menu item, I ordered and indulged. Pastrami and I get along very well. Bets had the Prosciutto with homemade fig jam. And we had some tasty stouts. And we had some soup. And when we were full and happy, we had a rousing match of Ms. Pac-Man.
I did not know this about my wife: she’s a Pac-Man Wiz. She sailed through the levels. I’d wait for my turn and watch agape as she devoured those little dots. We squealed together and shouted at the ghosts she squeaked past. We laughed and high-fived. It makes sense that she’d rock at Pac-Man. It’s chaos and order; high-stakes; rules and patterns. She’s good at those things. And it was fun. She’s real good at fun.
Today, we’re getting ready for Crafty Wonderland (it’s TOMORROW [5/7/11], Portland people! And we’re going to have a great sale bin!), we’re sending orders, sending samples to an exciting possible new account, crossing our fingers, finalizing some design choices on the new line, eating the ghosts we can get to, and devouring all those little dots. One level at a time.
High-five.
***Song of the Moment: 1000 Miles Per Hour, by OK Go***
Happy Birthday to US.
Tuesday, March 15th, 2011
- in first studio, just before the opening…
When Betsy was first starting out, she went to a small business conference where she learned that 90% of all small businesses go under within the first three years. Guess what today is:
OUR THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!
an old Outfit of the Day in the first studio
first models, first jewelry, first shoot.
And guess what we are?
NOT BANKRUPT!
fixing something just before the NEW studio opening.
favorite lights in the new space.
in through the outside.
L working hard!
new light.
awesome shoppers.
And not bankrupt is only the tip of the iceberg. We’re growing. The jewelry designs are getting hotter by the minute. We have almost 2,500 Facebook fans. We have 11 new wholesale jewelry accounts just this month! I quit my job in August, so we’re doing it together AND our marriage hasn’t fallen apart; in fact, it’s stronger than ever!
sexy new designs.
yes, the marriage still rocks.
We’re happy. We’re thankful. We are the lucky 10 percent.
Thank you so much for sticking with us—we heart you all!!!
***Song of the Moment: Groove Me, by Maximum Balloon***
