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Black Friday, Cyber Monday and Birthdays

I’ve never worked in the retail world before, and don’t feel like I do now. However, having said that, I do own an online jewelry business. (Proof that I lost ALL my marbles last summer.)

Now I find myself gearing up for the holiday shopping season without a clue whether anyone will buy my pretty baubles. This morning I donated this bracelet and earring set to a silent auction benefiting Cancer Services Network in Abilene. CSN serves cancer patients and their families who are living at or near the poverty level in a couple dozen counties in West Texas. If you or someone you know has cancer, you know what a financial burden falls on the family with that diagnosis. It was a small thing I did with the jewelry, but I do other volunteer work for them as well.

My plan is to have at least 60 pieces in the shop by close of business Wednesday  and will probably have more than that. I’ve had lots of compliments on my work, and several people have said they plan to buy Christmas gifts from Lost Marbles Jewelry. I hope they do. If you are a Facebook friend of the shop then you know we’re offering free shipping through Dec. 24. Yep, I’m in retail now.

Here’s what I did today. Look for it to be in the shop tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon.

Oh yeah, one more thing. This is our birthday weekend: Colburn today and me tomorrow. Unfortunately he has bronchitis so we’re celebrating with the humidifier going and plenty of fluids. He claims the chocolate chip cookie made him feel better. Of course it did, Honey.

P.S. I sold a pair of Christmas tree earrings today - to someone I don’t know. WooHoo!


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