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Lorena
OK, so I’ve been thinking more about the HaldeCraft Think Tank… HaldeTank? HaldeThink? The Giant Collective HaldeBrain? HaldeBorg? OH GHOD THERE I AM OVER-THINKING AGAIN Anyway. If you’d like to…
Navel Gazing
The one where I over-think having a “Think Tank”
For the most part, with HaldeCraft, I know exactly what I want. I know what products I want to add, what lines I never want to get into no matter…
Five phrases I’ve taken to heart
There is nothing neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so. Shakespeare, from Hamlet. I think that’s true. A lot of what happens around, to, or because of us…
The one where my chocolate tries to tell me what to do
There are a few disadvantages to working at home (although, as my friend Lucy told me once, “you can’t beat the commute!”). Those disadvantages come from the type of person…
Two shops enter: one shop leaves
Let’s get all deep and shit while I reflect upon how just like springtime blooming of flowers, my online shop is growing, stretching, putting out new — WHUTWHUT it’s way…
Wednesday, December 14th
Yesterday was the kind of day where I aaaaaaaalmost bit off more than I could chew. I had to go to Melrose to take inventory at Shake Rag, and Mariana…
Two! Two things! Count them! (insert thunderclap here) Ah-hah-hah-hah!
And if you don’t get that, you need to go watch this. I hesitate to write, sometimes, that I have frustrating days. After all – or so I’ve been told…
Let’s pretend to interview me for Etsy!
Etsy does these little interviews, and I am alternately fascinated by and rolling my eyes at them. Sometimes they genuinely contain words of wisdom and inspiration; but most often (and…
Your agony’s your heaviest load
I’ve been kind of moody the last week or so, and I’ve narrowed it down to my poor yarn store. At first I thought it was because the three of…
A brief observation
This under/self-employment feels a bit like summer vacation. I think that’s because I used to go to G-ma’s house every summer, and we would spend a lot of time sitting…
Today is the last day; today is the first day
I keep waking up with a song lyric in my head – “where do we go from here, now that all of the —” but I don’t remember what THE…
If this is ultimately going to be OK, why do I keep bursting into tears?
This is one of those good news/bad news things. Which do you want first? I love the answer my friend Susan gave us when we asked her this last night…