I started this business to sell my handmade goods. That’s the reason I started it. I lovingly made sock monkeys. I stitched their little bodies and carefully stuffed them. I embroidered their little twinkly eyes. Not sure embroidery floss can twinkle, but you know what I mean if you craft. I put part of myself in those monkeys. We excitedly listed them on our shop site and waited. We waited awhile and with every “favorite” we got, we felt more and more confident that this was going to work. Then the day came that we got the email – our first sale. Woohoo! We really have a business.
So I’m sitting here packing up Grandpa, wrapping him nicely and putting in a thank you card to the nice lady who bought him, when suddenly I feel a little sad. I’m going to have to tell him goodbye and send him on his way. He’s one of my children, though granted he’s one of my stuffed sock children. I have to send him out into the world alone. I’m laughing at myself as I write this. I’m taking pictures of him like a kid going off to college.
I hope he likes his new home. Here are some pics as we get him ready to go:
At least he'll be cozy. I'm sure he'll be very loved! --Bonnie
