Too silent here. This time, it's because things were brewing that I couldn't talk about, and those things consumed all of my mind. Whenever I sat down to write, I could only think about the "verboten" topic. I even quit cooking with French Fridays with Dorie. (Wow! My family is missing that one.)
But here's the news: I sold my shop. My precious sweet little yarn shop. I am so proud of it. And I am so relieved that I'm no longer the owner. Two and a half years ago I had an idea, really just a kernel of an idea. I was in graduate school in a competitive program, and was realizing that it wasn't for me. As a knitter of about eighteen months, I thought I'd like to spend my days surrounded by beautiful color and fun customers. So, after getting my FIRST EVER 4.0, I quit to open my shop. Talk about turning on a dime. My husband is a wonderful, patient man.
Fast forward two years. (Really, super fast fast fast forward.) My children are two years older, and we have found that we looooooove to travel. They are also so busy, with track and lacrosse teams, theatre musicals, horses, horses, horses, and homework. They weren't like this two years ago! And my sweet little shop? Busy as a beehive, thankfully! I had wonderful employees (including my mom!), but also hundreds of customers who truly felt invested in my little shop. If you've never been in a yarn shop, you should venture in sometime. It really can be a little community. I've been blessed to celebrate so many births and anticipated children and grandchildren, as well as friends who received the fruits of my customers' labors. I've also shared the lows, the illnesses and deaths, and have cried with my friends. What a blessing to be allowed to share all that life has to offer.
If you have ever received a handmade gift, I am here to tell you that the maker thought and considered, prayed and labored, over your gift. I saw it.
But one thing that I didn't count on was that, as the shop grew more successful, it would require even more of my attention, not less. I had the crazy idea that it would start to run itself. WRONG. And as my fifth "baby" demanded more attention, my home was faltering. Not just the messes. The going on field trips, the planning parties, the inviting friends home, just on the spur of the moment. Every single thing was planned to the minute, with no room for a sick day or even a "sick and tired" day. Couple that with the realization that my sweet oldest boy had turned twelve, two-thirds of the way to college, and something had to give. Of course that was my shop.
I believed when I opened the shop that I was following a path that the Lord had laid out for me. So when, after much prayer and deliberation, I decided I had to exit the shop, I expected that I would see some sort of path. It happened so much faster than I expected! The first day I told my employees, one of them called and offered to buy the shop. Just like that. I almost dropped the phone when she called me. Since then, we've had some little roadblocks, with timing and such, but overall we have had such a good time sharing this experience. The attorney handling the sale just shook his head as he watched us agree to a price. It was that easy. She is thrilled, and so am I.
So, the blog has been quiet. But now it isn't. I think I'll try to be more open, and I have some ideas moving forward. I wonder what it will be like to be "just" a mom again, for the first time in two-and-a-half years. I'm a little nervous. But I also look forward to the adventures the kids and I will have this summer, and beyond. And I think I'm looking forward to cleaning the laundry room. I know everyone else is looking forward to that. And a horse in my future? Mmmm, maybe?