everyone starts somewhere

Marian ParsonsDecorating, Holiday, my business story, Running a Business4 Comments

I’ve been asked on a few occasions to share pictures of the ornaments I painted when I first started my business three years ago. I always felt a little embarrassed to show them, so I haven’t.   They’re not really my style, but I decided to keep the ones I didn’t sell.  I knew they were a part of the history of my business and great reminders that oftentimes success comes out of failures and things don’t always go as planned.  I also painted each one of these by hand at a time when I really needed a creative outlet.  I stayed up late into the night and painted these over my kitchen counter while the rest of my family slept.  I would sneak some time with them while my then 1 1/2-year-old was playing and my four-month-old was at my ankles.

These are certainly not the best things I ever made, but they are maybe the most special.  There will always be memories tied to them.  Memories of how my family encouraged me to start my business and how my mom drove me from shop to shop to find someone who would sell them on consignment.  They also remind me how far I’ve come and how much God has blessed this little endeavor of mine that was started at a tough time in my life and has grown beyond any expectation I had for it.

They’re also perfect for my family at this season of life.  My boys are now 3 and 4 and they love these ornaments.  They are colorful and durable and I don’t mind if they pull an airplane off the tree to fly it around the family room.

So now, I’m not embarrassed to show them off.  It’s important to share where I started.

…because everyone has to start somewhere.

everyone starts somewhere

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4 Comments on “everyone starts somewhere”

  1. There are so many pop up ads on here, it’s impossible to see or load the pictures. Five minutes of pure frustration.

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