November 15, 2007
She's BACK!!!
I've been trying to find ways to say THANK YOU to my retailers. Little things that show's them that I appreciate everything they do.
Well, in my visit to the corporate office a few weeks ago, I stumbled across a pile of schtuff that they were throwing away. New line, new schtuff.
But wait. The old line is still out there.....maybe I can use this.
So I start diggin' through the pile. VOILA! I hit pay dirt. I found these very cool slate coasters. Now, while I personally would not want them in my living room, I did think that folks would use them in their bedrooms. I mean, you spend good money on bedroom furniture, right? A lot of folks take something to drink with them when they go to bed, right? So.....why not pair those pretty squares of stone up and give 'em away when folks buy a mattress?!? Not something any of my competitors are doing and a pretty damned original idea, if you ask me.
So I loaded my car down. With boxes of rock. Isn't THAT appropriate?!?!
Anyway......I needed to pair everything up and make it easy for the retailers to distribute. So.....always thinking.......I had one of the teenagers here in town come over to help me. She's artistic, and as it happens very outspoken, so I thought it might be fun.
Fun doesn't BEGIN to cover it.
I started grabbin' two squares and wrapping the gold ribbon around them to get things started. No! Stop!!!! SHE thinks it's a better idea to "match them up" as much as possible. Make them LOOK like a pair. Huh. Pretty good idea.
So we spread everything out - hundreds of coasters - and start the matching.
NO! STOP!!!! THOSE don't match! What are you doing?!?!
Please note.....she is about 13.
Well, uhhhh, I thought they kinda go. Sorta.
At that point she gives me a lesson on what "MATCHING" means. Before you know it, I'm asking HER if it was ok to put something together.
After we get everything paired up it's time to start pulling it all together. I have rolls and rolls of ribbon and we each start on a pile.
NO!!! STOP!!!! That doesn't look right!! What are you doing?!?!?! You can't wrap those that way!
To make a long story somewhat shorter, I was only allowed to CUT the ribbon. No taping, no wrapping, nothing. Cut.
She decided that even *I* couldn't screw that up.
I don't remember laughing that hard, in a long LONG time.
It was only after we finished the project that I told her about my "history".
The Anti-Craft strikes again!!!!