Deep thoughts…

Well, I guess they aren’t really deep, but they are thoughts.

Because of some unfortunate and potentially detrimental things going on with The Hubby’s job right now the other night we had a conversation about starting our own business. You’d think after all my years interviewing retailers I’d have better sense than to even think about opening my own store, but the seed has been planted. (Feel free to talk me out of this!)

It wouldn’t be for a couple of years, but I have to admit there is some excitement to the thought. I think I’m aware of a lot of the drawbacks, but the romance of creating your own vision and bringing it to fruition is intoxicating—and if I could make money at it and not work for the man, even better.

I have an idea of the type of store I’d like, down to the building, product and what I’d like to do with it. The Hubby could totally be the business mind of it all.
(Non sequitor—ok, the commercial about not smoking pot is on TV right now—it’s the one with the guy and the girl sitting there with the girl that’s just flat. Her friend says this is how she’s been since she started smoking pot; she doesn’t want to do anything. What a crock of shit. Ok, maybe it’s just her timing. Don’t smoke pot in the middle of the day because yes it could make you lethargic, but a little night time indulgence while you’re watching West Wing doesn’t make you not want to do anything. Also, smoking ganga doesn’t mean the next step is shooting heroine or building a meth lab in your garage.)

Back to the deep thoughts—so I’m very interested in the idea of starting my own store. I know it would have to be a high-end store; I know the product categories I’d carry; and it would be that horrible word—eclectic, in style because I don’t do traditional and I don’t do modern. I would have in-store events, a Web site, blog, use direct mail, be involved in community events, offer a few spiffs to my employees and have fun. : ) I know, way over-simplified, but it could happen.

After the camping trip with the Girl I also had the idea that I might like to be a Girl Scout troop leader or at least an assistant. I’m at most of her meetings as it is now, and I know I could do a better job that the leader she had this year. I don’t really know what’s holding me back, perhaps the responsibility of it, but in reality it’s just two nights a month for the most part. The Girl has acted a bit differently toward me since we went camping. She’s always been affectionate, but in the last year or so not as spontaneously affectionate as she once was, at least with me. But since the camping trip she will come up and sit on my lap or hug on me or just sit by me, something that used to be reserved for The Hubby.