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YA NEVER KNOW.

YA NEVER KNOW.

EwwKay.  Let’s see if I can remember how this goes.  In May I considered eCommerce (not happening!) because May apparently is not a huge yarn-shop kinda month.  Go figure.  People seemed more concerned with getting used to the fact that their kids would be home 24/7 and bored within days, their yards might need mowing, and pretty flowers often don’t happen by themselves.  I’ll admit things were getting a little panicky here in my head since I’d just been open a couple months and bills were due and stuff like that.  So while it was all great fun to practically live at my new little shop, things were slow enough that I wondered if I’d soon be amongst the home shopless.  June arrived in all its glory heat, and all the beautiful wool I’d ordered wasn’t really foremost in the minds of many knitters.   (Though felted-bag knitters are wooly diehards, and a little 90+ heat never stops them.)

Now it’s July.  Who knew July would be a great knitting month?  Who knew that $3.39 a gallon was an acceptable price to pay for people to come up north and visit?  Who knew that A/C can draw knitters to the shop like YO’s to lace? 

I’ve discovered, and hope to remember, that July is a really good month for Gaylord.  We have 4th of July; we have festsivals; we have great golfing and swiming and camping.  But I also hope to remember that we now have yarn reps coming to show me the new fall lines.  (Yes; there are seasonal ‘lines’ to yarn.)  I’m still catching my breath and excited about the summer stuff when suddenly I’m inundated with color choices for wools and patterns for this fall and winter.  What the world? 

So I’ve ordered the fall stuff.  I look forward again to all my little Santas who deliver to my shop, even though I know I’ve held deliveries out through September.  I can’t wait for this stuff to come in. I can’t knit fast enough or often enough.    But during this first year open, I’m clueless as to what sells when and why.  I don’t know one day to the next how it’s going to go.  This year will at least give me projections for next year.  (Next year!)  I’ll have fewer excuses next year, although I retain my right to the short-term-memory-loss thing.  I’m having a blast.  I’m meeting the best, most generous, thoughtful and interesting people I’ve ever known.  I go home with pounding feet to knit a bit.  And I look forward each day to whatever it’ll bring, because ya just never know.

MY CASH REGISTER SYSTEM

MY CASH REGISTER SYSTEM

What brilliant soul thought high technology would make our lives easier, more manageable, and less stressful? What foul forward thinker said computers are the way of the future? And what right-brained techno-geek believed we needed computerized “CASH REGISTER SYSTEMS” instead of the tried-and-true push-button, handle-grabbing, bell-ringing registers of old? I want to find him and string him up by his ‘mouse.’ (And believe you me, it’s a HIM!)

Things are going swimmingly at ye ol’ yarn shop. I’m having a great time. I’m there before 9:00 every morning (well, mostly) until the early-evening hours. We’re in full swing by 10:00 a.m. I get excited when I see Santa the UPS guy bringing boxes of goodies. I love seeing my mailman put envelopes in my box like I’m a real store. I happily and cheerfully greet all who come in. This part of it is all good.

The thing I’m waiting to conquer — the thing I’m hoping to get past — is the sinking feeling every time someone walks up to my CASH REGISTER SYSTEM to make a purchase. I know; I know. This should be a great feeling; right? I should be thinking, “Yippee! Someone liked what I picked out enough to give me money for it!” That’s what I should be thinking.

Instead I’m inwardly groaning and praying, “Oh, God, please let the “CASH REGISTER SYSTEM” work this time! Please let the scanner read the bar code! Please let it be a bar code I did right!” (Another story for another day.) “Please, no ERROR message! Don’t let me appear the incompetent fool I feel right now!” — all the while smiling and making small talk like I’ve been doing this all my life and of course I know how to check them out. (Do they have an Oscar category for Inept Shop Owners Pretending To Be Knowledgeable Shop Owners? They should.)

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Knitters are the best. In two weeks’ time I’ve managed to give incorrect change, give no change at all, give the wrong receipt for credit cards (they have the signed copy), give no receipt at all, even sworn at the “CASH REGISTER SYSTEM” in what I thought was under my breath. Through it all my knitters have been patient, understanding, even kind in their responses to my ongoing frustration with that which would make my life easier.