Let me start off by saying that I’m a very conversational style writer. I was a super nerd in school and never got less than A+ in Honors English. So, if you notice me go off on a tangent, have run on sentences, misplaced modifiers, incomplete sentences, or any other bothersome formal grammatical mistake, it is actually meant to be that way…on purpose (yes, Grammar Police, ON PURPOSE). So, now that you know that, let’s begin.
This little online boutique wasn’t actually my idea. No, the brilliance came from my husband, Tanner, who has a very strong marketing background and a disdain for my unorthodox collection of clothing I refuse to wear again. I will warn you up front, that I think my husband (heretofore referred to as Tanner) is funny as all get-out and he is full of insight and inspiration. Therefore, I will probably refer to him….A LOT. He will be quoted. He will be written about. He will be a part of this with me. I hope our personalities together will bring a smile to your face.
As of late, I had been struggling to find passion in life. I have a couple of hormonal conditions that take a toll on my mental health (more on that another day). I tried my normal binge watching 90’s SciFi, playing video games (even tried some of those “microtransactions” thinking it would beef up the experience), shopping too much, and I tried reading: lots and lots of reading. All this kept me content, but I still felt empty. Everything was great: my job, my lifestyle, my family, my LIFE was great! No complaints. I was just ….. I was.
2020 being the year that has been, I know I’m not alone in that feeling. Tanner felt it too. It wasn’t taking a toll on our relationship or anything, it was just … it was. Finding myself in that pit yet again one night, I tried to take comfort in binge shopping while binge watching (though I wasn’t binge drinking). It resulted in some amazingly good purchase prices, and ….an entirely replaced wardrobe… again. This was definitely not the first time I had bought enough clothes in one sitting to replace my entire current rotation.
As the packages started rolling in, Tanner would look at me incredulously and wonder aloud just how much I had ordered. Then came time to do the laundry. I have an awesome husband: He is very domesticated 😉 (This is good, because I’m a terrible housewife). He was muttering about how many dang clothes one household could accumulate. How I could have an entire closet full of clothes still hanging up and yet, I still had totes full in storage and my hamper was overflowing. The worst part? Nothing is in bad shape…like…at all. How can it be when I wear my clothes for an average of 2 months before I’m bored with them and need something different?
I also have a tendency while I’m binge shopping to complain out loud about all the “cute, reasonably priced boutiques” never carry anything bigger than a Large. Or if they do, it looks (and feels) like a tent. Then there is the matter of my arms: my bingo wings; my lunch lady arms. They are the bane of my existence. They ruin EVERYTHING! Ok, it’s not that bad, but it is a very sore subject. Finding cute clothes that accommodate these arms that are each the width of a small cheerleader’s waist (ok, maybe not that bad, but bad enough)? It is a chore to find the cute, fun, flattering things in bigger sizes. However, it is a chore I enjoy way too much.
Tanner, being the genius that he is (and probably more-so just sick of the piles of clothing that I collect), thought out loud one day that I should be that boutique. If finding awesome clothes in my sizes and shapes is a problem for me, it can’t just be me! Why not put the solution and the problem together!
So here I am. Since he brought it up that day, I have felt a new fire in me. A drive that I haven’t felt in a VERY long time. All of the skills I have accumulated in the last 14 years of adulthood fit together in this puzzle. So I took off with it. I started running hard. Not the kind of hard where you feel yourself start to burn out to quickly. Not the Tortoise vs the Hare hard. More like an airplane hard. Take off may be bumpy, fast, and furious, but eventually it will be mostly smooth sailing (yes, I expect some turbulence…I’d be an idiot not to).
Thank you for coming on this journey with me...with us. Tanner is coming too, whether he knows it or not.