Tree.
I'm stressed six ways to Sunday. I've somehow become the favorite child of a little old lady who, though genuinely sweet and filled with nothing but good intentions, is co-opting my jewelry business. To be fair, it han't been without profit to me, but at the same time, not the profit it should be. She asked me to leave a bunch of my inventory with her so she could sell it for me and I gave her the prices, but, being a little old lady, she kept forgetting so I didn't get what I should have.
I don't even know how it happened! One of her friends liked the gift I gave her and wanted to buy one, so I brought a bunch with me the next time I went to see her and she insisted I leave it all with her. I didn't want to but I just didn't know how to say no to her.
Well, I guess that's how it happened.
The director of the center wants me to have a sale there once a month.
Groan.
She has half my bracelet inventory and I have a show downtown this weekend, so I've frantically been trying to restock. I've made ten or eleven bracelets in the last two days and I have thirteen or fourteen more to do, as well as earrings and necklaces before Saturday.
AARRGGHH!
