The trouble with soap
Soap opera: A couple of years ago, just to see if I could, I began selling my homemade soap under the label, you guessed it, Nake-id Soap. I did a couple of craft shows, had a retail outlet and sold to friends. After a dismal craft season last year, which left me awash in product, I decided Nake-id Soap was over exposed and put the hobby biz on permanent hiatus. Stuck with a passel of unsold goods, I asked Lori, who at the time was incarcerated in a corporate cubicle, to peddle Nake-id product to her similarly imprisoned colleagues. The stuff sold like wildfire, proving my theory that women in siffling, well-remunerated jobs are the ideal market.
Problem is I'm tired of soap. I still make it (once you use homemade soap you can't go back), but the labeling and the schlepping and the ordering, let's just say it sent me screaming back to my career. But now that the holidays are upon us, people want it. And they're willing to pay. So...the soap factory is reluctantly up and running once again.
The moral of the story for all you incipient knit-crafter-business-folk: Be careful what you wish for. Oh, and by the way, this isn't an ad. Support your local soapmakers, I hate shipping the sh*t.
8:17:47 AM 
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