What does it mean when the very thing you dreamed of doing falls into your lap? From making do with Etsy, to a full fledged website in a few months all because my pictures on Etsy were pretty. Thank God. St. Homobonus, patron of clothworkers, St. Anastasia, patoness of weavers, thank you for praying for me.
I’m always hesitant to say “literal”. It’s a word that’s over used, and also used incorrectly. When someone says, “I literally went to the store”, it doesn’t make sense. I didn’t find that person going to the store as so unbelievable but nonetheless true that she had to say “literally” to validate it. Now, if she went to the store and literally saw a T-Rex in the flesh, “literally” is a fine word to use.
So my conundrum in my grammar police ways in this situation is this: I didn’t dream of having a website. I did not literally go to sleep and literally dreamed of JacquelinesTextiles.com, and literally browse the pages of my literal very own personal website for my little textile business. This website has never come up in the myriad of dreamscapes my sleep has taken me to. But I have day dreamed about it. I’ve day dreamed about growing flax to turn into linen. That dream has materialized as well. I’ve day dreamed about what my site would look like, what kinds of products I would have, who I’d market to at the different price points, how I would take orders, how I would get the word out, what kinds of prices I’d have, what kind of materials I’d offer.
And now, with this website, I’m dreaming more. What all can I do with JacquelinesTextiles.com? I’m a business owner with a lot going on. I’m renovating an Airstream to live in–thing is, where I live is where I work. Should I convert The Byrd Buggy Project into a JT endeavor since I will build a studio and home in one? I’m even considering selling my 32 inch loom because my 28 foot Airstream will handle my 16 incher much better. Is my quest to end my homelessness something I can cover here and on YouTube as an effort to build the perfect tiny home studio? Cozy, functional, delightful and practical, if not a bit quirky?
My business was stolen by my trafficker husband in an effort to prevent me from leaving him. He took everything from me and striped me financially. It took a year to get my business equipment back. That is a seprate YouTube channel, but certainly I could write a few blog posts about the JT related aspects here. After all, my trafficker husband kept my gear because commerce, enterprise and business gives a woman wings and if I had my equipment last year my daughter and I would have landed on our feet.
There are so many possibilities. A whole world opens up with this website that pairs a blog and my current 77 subscribers and counting on YouTube. It’s amazing how after I had everything taken from me, all my dreams are now coming true.