Okay, I think I promised to tell you how the purse business morphed into jcaroline creative, but I forgot to tell you how all this came about in the first place. People ask me and quite frankly, I don't have a good answer.
I need something like "I dreamed that I would be queen of all things fabric and when I awoke that day, everything I touched turned to golden colored silk so I knew it was destiny." Or "I was in a business that manufactured oil field blow-out valves and we found that the rough necks really needed colorful canvas bags." But I don't really have that kind of story.
I always knew I wanted to have my own business, because that is what I was raised in and that is just what you do. What kind of business was always kind of sketchy. I was an accountant for many years, but I didn't want to start an accounting firm. I'm not qualified to start an architectural firm (though I loved working with architects). I've always liked manufacturing businesses, but I didn't feel comfortable entering one that required a lot of equipment. I've pondered just about every business you can think of: a computer software business, various business consulting ideas, even a dry cleaners. (Yes, really. I even worked in one for a Saturday and attended the "Clean" convention in Las Vegas. For the record, most people's clothes are ugly. Oh, and the stuff they use to dry clean will kill you and all living things within 50 yards of the building. At least that was true in the mid-1990s-- in their defense, I think they have been working on that.)
I quit a "real job" in 1999 and was doing accounting work on a consulting basis, so I had the freedom to experiment and dream. And I kept coming back to something fabric centered. Fabric is something I have been around from birth and I've spent more hours in Jo-Ann's picking out fabrics to fake the ready-made outfit I really wanted than I can count. And around 2001, purses were quite the rage. The Etsy handmade movement wasn't around yet, but up-and-coming "designer" bags were everywhere. Heck, even Monica Lewinski got into the fray. So what the heck, I thought? What the heck indeed.
So purses is where I started and after about three months, my husband kicked me out of the house-- my work that is. Though in retrospect he probably wishes it was the former. He thought the living room, dining room and part of the guest bedroom was a little too much space to be giving up. Fortunately, I found a great landlord and we've been in one of their spaces ever since.
Okay, next time I'll explain how this adventure became jcaroline creative...