It means a lot of hard work is ahead of me to get people into the shop to see great work the stylists do and figuring out how to best market them to the neighborhood.
The salon, called Personal Image, signals the realization of a long-supressed dream to become a business owner. I remember many years ago, as a teen-ager, the women in my family went through phases of activities. At one point, we all crocheted. I wanted to sell the crudely made triangular shawls I churned out. When we discovered rug hooking, mine found there way into my Dad's drycleaning drop stores. And when we turned to reading paperback fiction books, I wanted to write and sell my stories.
Oh, and there was that debacle when I tried to melt wax to make candles. I ruined my mother's best cooking pot. I don't think she ever found out about that. At least I hope she didn't.
So the fire has been there. Now, I guess I will find out whether I am really any good at tending it.
So now we're really off to the races. And the journey continues.
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