Looking through my photo files this morning I came across this one I took a few months ago. Isn't that cherub serious. Well I guess I would be too if I was toting that huge flower bowl on my head. It was the cherubs expression that attracted me to this statue when I saw it.
It is the small things that can draw the eye. This was brought home to me pretty clearly these past few days in Harrogate. Since January I have been slaving away trying to make Dream Acres have a real brand look. I've been beavering away pulling things together to create a line of items that go well together. Maybe I have gone over the top a tad.
It wasn't until I had it all set out on my trade stand that I realised just how much stuff there was. Now that was cutting things down a bit prior to the show. Hang on Karon, are we in danger of getting carried away with too many products yet again.
'Can you keep up a good stock of all of these items?', 'How long does it take to make everything?', 'Where do you store all this stuff?', 'Does everything there sell well?'. All these delicate little questions were posed by my new found friend and mentor Fee. She is so, so right, can I answer all of those questions honestly and with the right answers? I think not. I did a LOT of thinking in Harrogate and I am now pulling in my proverbial horns and tightening things up in the products area. Big changes are afoot at Dream Acres, I am working flat out to get things sorted out within the next couple of weeks. Bear with me and you will see some new pix very soon and I will reveal all on my plans.
round the final roundabout and smartly drive into the commercial section having completely missed the turn off for the real people part of the airport. Oh God, back on the bloody roundabout yet again. This time I make it into the airport, tempers are frayed (mine), watches are being glared at (his), and someone in the back is bouncing about in true holiday spirit (On a lighter note, yes it is Saturday so why not. I took Idgy and Mr X to the airport yesterday as he was taking my little pal off to Spain for a weeks holiday. Now I have been to Prestwick airport many times. Unfortunately this time I did not appear to be taking my brain with me to the airport. I just couldn't find the damn place. Firstly I went completely the wrong way at the end of our lane and joyfully headed off to Irvine. Oh well, bit of a detour but admit nothing and carry on. All well till I got to all those complicated roundabouts that Ayrshire is so very fond of. Circumnavigated the first one fine, but oh dear, by the third one l was way off course and now heading off to Glasgow. Back on the roundabout another three times to find Prestwick. By now Mr X has noticed that this is not a 'slightly different route to the airport' and has started making comments like 'should have taken that last turn', 'thought you knew your way to the airport', and of course the all time favourite 'I could have done this myself'. Oh the temptation to screech to a halt and throw him out to do just that. Anyway I carry on and at long last the airport hoves into view. There is relief all round as I fairly whizIdgy). I drop them off in plenty of time for their flight to the sunshine. Then I drive home. The roundabouts are a breeze now, I hit the right turnoffs every time, I am home in a flash. Funny how your brain just unfreezes when the situation clears.
Now a week of total peace and quiet here while I work some magic on my little business. Watch this space……………