Today I’m blogging over at Braid about finding and maintaining that work / life balance. This is a hot topic – especially amongst creative entrepreneurs – when work and life so easily overlap. And lately I’ve been feeling especially fueled and inspired by the work – which in a way makes it even harder to turn it off.
First off, I’ve been getting a few questions about the nature of this workshop. So to say it very clearly this will be a small, hands-on workshop of about 10 – 20 students – it will arm you with concrete tools to clarify your brand and get your shop online. The ideal attendee is a creative entrepreneur who wants to sell their product online. If you’re on Etsy selling jewelry, scarves, prints or any other type of creative product but feel stuck and want to grow your business than this workshop is for you. If you want to clarify your position and align your brand with what your dream customer expects and desires than this workshop is for you.
But who is this Emily chick? Emily has been a long time blog buddy of mine. But she’s also a very talented expert when it comes to getting your business online. I believe in her so much that I’ve hired her to help me get an eCourse online for Braid Creative.
How much? Indie Shopography is not free. Our one day workshop in Austin, TX on May 21st is $325 $275. Our two day workshop tentatively scheduled for Dallas, TX is $500 $425.
But neither will happen if we don’t get our minimum count of attendees. So to encourage you guys to sign up now we’re offering a 3-day sale through Friday. (But note: do not make travel arrangements until after the workshop has been confirmed)
We hope to see you there! Let me know in the comments if you have any additional questions.
A couple weekends ago my family took a break from playing Settlers of Catan and found ourselves watching Urban Cowboy on the Country Music Television channel. It was an event that lasted all afternoon due to increasingly frequent commercial breaks. And over the course of 3 hours I became completely obsessed with this movie. I’ve been telling anyone who will listen about my vision to transform into an urban cowgirl this summer – this fantasy of mine is usually met with a hearty and/or nervous laugh but just you watch.
Now I want to (in this order):
• Ride a mechanical bull (all legit-like but also in slow-motion like Sissy in that one scene)
• Stock up on spaghetti strap tank tops and leotards
• Rock a cowboy hat
• Attend a prison rodeo (does this still happen in McAlester, Oklahoma?)
• Brush my curls out for that awesome frizz
• Buy some land and stick a trailer on it
• Learn how to line dance
• Get an old Ford truck and stick Jeremy & Kathleen name plates in the back windows
Every time I get in the tub I wonder what Oprah’s bathtub looks like.
You see, part of the fantasy of living the dream™ (the dream that I’m perpetually acting out) includes bubble baths. Every night. Pop culture and romantic comedies have been telling me for almost 30 years that this is the quintessential way to relax after a long and stressful day.
But for me – nothing is more humbling than taking a bath. My tub is over 80 years old and collecting rust in multiple places. I get about 3 inches of warm water before the tap turns ice cold. I can’t manage thumbing through a book or magazine without getting the pages all wet. And I’ve discovered that Dr. Bronner’s soap doesn’t really make bubbles – instead it makes my bath water look like skim milk. The lights are a little too bright and I get bored a little too quickly. I start to get grossed out by the actual concept of a bath before I can ever really enjoy it. Meanwhile, Mr. Scooty Boots is sticking his grubby paws in the water and unabashedly staring at my hoo-ha.
I know I’ve gotta be doing it all wrong. So as I sit, defeated and grossed out, 3 inches deep in luke-warm water, I always think of Oprah. I try to imagine what her bathtub is like. Polished marble, fancy mini-soaps, candle light and warm towels is what comes to mind. And I bet her cat – a fancy Bengal, of course – sits perched on the edge of the tub – politely diverting his eyes from her nether areas.
One day I’m going to master the art of taking a bath. But I think for now I’ll stick to the shower.