The smell of failure

I like to refer to the crown of my head as the ‘smell spot’. I’m lazy and I don’t like to wash my hair every day, so to gauge how bad it is, I have Brian stick his nose in there and smell it. 90% of the time, it’s pretty stank. I could rub the top of my head and smell my hand myself (which I do, because there’s a sick pleasure in smelling your scalp), but it kills me every time I successfully convince him to waft in the odor for me.

I didn’t get into the One of a Kind Christmas Show, and I imagine the failure stinks as bad as two days of unwashed hair.

I’ve been riding this high since I opened my shop. Good sales, Finalist in the Etsy Awards, attending my first show in September, but now, no One of a Kind!

In truth, I wasn’t happy with my application after I submitted it. I’m still searching for my voice and vision, and since I applied I’ve refined it. It still stings though and I’m sad I didn’t get in.

Now it’s time to search for other fall market shows and get my name out there. I’ll be at the Etsy York Region Made in Canada Show on Sept 24 2016, so I hope to see you all there!

In the mean time, I will use my Asian powers of superstition and get a Neko Cat to change my fortune.