Whenever someone asks me how I got started I’m never sure what to say. Want the long version or the short version? The kids were little, we were new to town, my support network was small, and my brain needed something beyond diapers. And I love antiques.
I had an old postcard with a picture of two chicks fighting over a worm. There was the name. Totally accidentally the first Google search result. I started a Facebook business page and posted pictures of my antiques and pile of vintage jewelry. I started fiddling with the broken bits.
I decided to try my hand at local shows.
Still playing with my small finds, broken bits, single earrings. In the early days jump rings took me ages and flew across the room more often than not. I played with various tools, discovered what worked for me. Evolved, grew
Decided to try out of state shows.
And I have to tell you that at every next step my curmudgeonly, cautious, husband has dug his feet in. I consider that a sure sign that it will be successful. Don’t tell him I said that. Scepticism is a god quality in his career- but not for a creative. I like to say throw things at the wall to see what sticks, and some of my most popular pieces have been creations that I thought no one would like- and then the crowd goes wild….
Little leaps every day I post something. Who will like it?
Little leaps every show application. Rejection only sometimes hurts my feelings 😉 Acceptance is always a thrill.
5 years now of taking a chance on myself and had you told me at 38 that at 44 I would be a jewelry artist with collectors around the US I would have laughed and laughed and laughed.
But I didn’t know then, what I know now, about taking that step off of certainty and into the “why not?”.