I don’t often shop retail for home decor items. But every now and then, I love seeing what’s out there.
(letters are from Urban Barn, Abbotsford, BC)
When I shop, I love playing a little game. “If I had my own line, what would I put my name on in this store?”
In most cases, the stores have a variety of things that appear reclaimed. It takes everything out of me not to gather everything up, and create a Funky Junk section. Rarely do you see one set up like that, but rather, the look is scattered, not really telling the full story. Know what I mean?
One day awhile back while shopping, (back in this January post in fact) the need to create was so great, I gathered up the nerve and asked to speak to a store manager. And of course was met with a “We don’t have authority to allow you to do that. Head office makes those decisions.”
The message was pretty loud and clear. They had their own merchandising staff, they didn’t need me.
I was rather proud I even had the nerve to ask. It was hard! But wasn’t brave enough that day to push harder.
Would you like to hear one dream I have every time I walk into a retail outlet? The never ending feeling drives me crazy. But it’s a good dream.
It’s in the AM, but I’m pumped this particular morning. A new shipment arrived in a local store and the crew are waiting for me to guide them on the new layout. I grab a latte on the way, and can’t get there fast enough.
Finally arriving, I push my way through a well weathered front door wearing the coolest rustiest handle possible, and am met with boxes. Boxes upon boxes, piled high… waiting. Setting down the latte, I throw my jacket aside, roll up my sleeves, grab an exacto knife, pry open the first box… and gasp.
And do it again and again. I’m emptying out boxes of merchandise I’ve designed myself.
Satisfied with everything looking just the way I imagined, I go back home to my workshop, and design more one of a kinds.
Would you believe it was difficult for me to write this? It was. That fear factor is a dream breaker!
So when I came across ‘do what you love love what you do’, there was no doubt in my mind I needed them. Even if they weren’t rusty metal. I didn’t design them so I can’t have them my way today. So I hung them up the only way I knew how. With a hint of (the gear) me.
The words, placed right beside where I work, are a reminder that maybe I should stop playing life a little too safe. Try more new things that scare me. And of course, stay on track doing things I love.
I’d love nothing more than to work with a store or represent a line or… something. I don’t know how it’s done or how to get there, but I do know one thing…
I’m hoping this little visual reminder will encourage me to dig a little deeper and find out.
What’s something you dream of doing?