Having told you the “Devonpatch” story so far I am going to digress in this Blog more than a little, please bear with me, it’s emotional and I’m sharing LOL. I feel compelled to tell you about Saturday 22nd June, an occasion so surprising to myself I am not yet sure it actually happened or if I imagined the entire episode (note to myself confirm with Dani she was there, or if I am going nuts).
As you see from my previous Blogs I went from a staunch “non crafter” to co-founder of a future multi million pound crafting empire in less time that it takes to crochet a rug. This inevitably means I have done a lot of patching in the past twelve months. I love it – I do it for fun and for Devonpatch demonstration but not in any world had I ever imagined I would take it any further.
Tis an alien thought: Me up-cycling random things, patching them and selling the individual creations?! To real people?! Who actually want to buy them?!!!
To many of you this may seem like an obvious step forward, and indeed in my imagination it all looked like a splendid idea. Myself armed with excellent up cycled goods, amazingly displayed to entice customers; the details became hazy when actually visualising the venue for this but that didn’t matter, I wasn’t actually going to do it… ever.
Which was fine, except the universe had other ideas. Do you ever have moments in your life when you feel you have been picked up and put down again exactly where you are supposed to be or steered in the right direction by an unseen force? It’s reassuring and sometimes amazing and it happened to me a few months ago.
I had offered (magnanimously) to take a colleagues jacket into Teignmouth for dry cleaning, had no idea where, Google Teignmouth Dry cleaners, it came up 19 Station Rd in the town, so off I went (nothing spectacular there).
Expecting to find a dingy uninspiring dry cleaners I walked past no.19 several times before I realised that was the place I was heading. “The Bloody Chic Of It” – named so brilliantly it made me smile to myself as I stool there alone in the street peering through the glass at the cornucopia of shabby chic/retro/vintage and down right random goods that lay within. Interesting I thought!
I step across the threshold, my eyes everywhere as I struggled to take in my inspiring surroundings; things all over the place, the child in me wanted to reach out and touch surfaces, fabric, unidentified fascinating things. I controlled myself; and looked for an appropriate human to assist me!
I found Jayden, he is the shop owner frenetic & utterly fab! There is no other description for this creative, energetic individual who I warmed to immediately. Despite the fact I was still carrying a large jacket like a Devon flag and sporting a confused expression, he was open and happy to talk about the shop and its contents. Now at this point it is worth mentioning that it is not in my nature to be a sales person but in the pursuit of Devonpatch success I have had to become more forward (and brave) with regard to handing out business cards and “spreading the word”.
The universe had spoken, I was here and in an instant I was talking about Decopatch and Devonpatch and within minutes I had a lovely venue for all things Decopatch and had meet another happy disciple of the up-cycling cause! EPIC! Brilliant! Oh my god, I am actually going to have to do this and bring my work to be seen (and hopefully sold)!! Yikes!!
So that was then, and many angst ridden moments of creative drama (and a couple of months) later, Dani (and her two small minions) & myself pulled up in front of “The Bloody Chic Of It” with a dining table, chairs, a stool, some vases and box sets and cute little buckets – All patched by our own fair hands.
So no turning back now – For someone who never thought they would create anything “crafty” at all it was a pretty big moment. Putting myself out there to be judged? Were the pieces good enough? Would people like them? Would they sell?
I guess I should have more faith/confidence/balls? I haven’t really asked my friend if she feels the same crisis of faith, always stoic and much more experienced in her crafting than I, but we all have our wobbles – and this is mine.
It is a good “scary” feeling :0) I feel quite proud and a bit worried but most of all I feel that it is meant to happen; like DEVONPATCH is meant to happen and that it will be alright.
I hope I haven’t rambled too much today – I will be continuing our Devonpatch journey next time in my usual light hearted and jovial manner. However today’s Blog has been devoted to soothing my insecurities and also (of course) to let you know that our fabulous “Devonpatch” Decopatch creations are now available to view and buy in Station Road, Teignmouth.
Please tell me that other crafters feel like this?
Thanks for reading