ballsaplenty2156
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I'm proud of knitting a kitten out of some spare DNA I had laying around. :tongue:
OK I've spent the last couple years teaching myself to knit to help keep myself occupied on long flights or when I'm working which sometimes involves sitting around waiting for other people to get their act together.
Long story short... I just finished a sweater that I had intended to give to someone as a gift, but I feel so attached to it as we have spent the last 11 months together through thick and thin.
Should I keep it? BTW it looks great on me!
In 1999 I moved to CT for a "dream job".
When I first saw the store, it was 30,000 sq ft of disorganized mess containing some of the most exciting furniture I'd ever seen. It was entirely solid wood construction and hand-crafted (from over 60 different artisans from all over the US): the owner had a fabulous eye for quality but no gift in presentation. That's where I came in.
I was originally hired to simply re-merchandise his store, and was given 10 days to complete what he knew was a necessary but onerous task best left to a pro; after 18 years in the industry, I qualified as a pro
I spent several days just acquainting myself with the incredible array of product, then a few more days speaking with staff and customers who'd come through, finding out what they loved and what wasn't exactly clear for them, as he'd have a $1200 bed next to a $2500 nightstand in front of a $900 dresser behind a $4000 sofa (you get the idea: spread over 30,000 sq ft on three levels: discordant by both style and price-point).
After five or six days, first the owner's wife, then the owner himself became panicked: when would I start moving things? Why wasn't I measuring things? Where was my floorplan?
They were closed every Tues and Wed (dead days at a destination location not near anything remarkable), and that's when I started working. My two days in the closed store (with minimal help, BTW) resulted in a major relocation of over 70% of the goods in the store, all arranged in zones: Asian theme here, Mission there, Shaker here, Contemporary over there. I mixed things by rough style and price-point similarity, but with enough of an eclectic eye to keep everything visually dramatic and very, very exciting.
By the end of my 10-day trial, the store was finished and revolutionized: people could not believe how suddenly everything made sense, it had a flow and ebb. Old-hat stuff suddenly looked vital and fresh, and everything was clean and sparkly. I was offered a full-time salary on the spot.
In three years I raised net sales from $800,000 to over $3.2 million. Though I cannot take responsibility for all of it, it was primarily my creation based on my experience and inspiration. It remains one of my chief accomplishments.
ETA: And it was all accomplished by eye and sheer strength.
I made my niece believe in her own self worth. When she was a child and living in a basement room in a fatherless home, I painted a huge window mural on her wall. I wanted to teach her that it is sometimes that easy to change ones circumstance. As she grew up in relative poverty, I made her realize she had all that she ever needed. And when she started walking down aisles - graduating high school, graduating college, marrying a military man - I came to realize she had dreams for herself that even I couldnt conjure.
I made my niece believe in her own self worth. When she was a child and living in a basement room in a fatherless home, I painted a huge window mural on her wall. I wanted to teach her that it is sometimes that easy to change ones circumstance. As she grew up in relative poverty, I made her realize she had all that she ever needed. And when she started walking down aisles - graduating high school, graduating college, marrying a military man - I came to realize she had dreams for herself that even I couldnt conjure.
I think I'm mostly impressed with a painting I did that's hanging in my hallway.
^ Not my taste in jewelry but it sounds beautiful!^
:biggrin1: No it's not really my taste either :biggrin1: But it was perfect for adorning a huge Turban as part of the costume of an Ottoman Sultan, the guy who commissioned it was a very colourful character and I think he was delighted with it. :biggrin1: