Stella hunched over her work table that day, squinting at the tiny glass bead she was threading onto a piece of thin copper wire. Almost done, she was excited. A bracelet for her sister. The colors were perfect for Andrea’s skin tone, and Andrea loved this type of bracelet. Of course, she already had eight...
The thought made Stella stop, mid-thread. She was doing it again. Poor Andrea, she couldn’t say no. Not that she would, she loved the jewelry Stella made for her, but she worked doing bookkeeping from her home, and she usually dressed like a slob. A nice slob, but still, even an ornately beaded chain necklace hardly enhanced ripped jeans and a tee shirt.
It was time. She had to try selling her jewelry or find another passion. She had closets full of pieces. Whenever her funds were low, she took old jewelry apart to make new jewelry. What was she afraid of?
What if nobody liked it.
Andrea had to like it, Andrea was her sister. People made nice comments, but they could be just being polite. Nobody buys something to be polite. She could do all the work, put herself out there, and then have to drag everything home afterwards. How humiliating!
But, it was time. The first day out, Andrea drove over to help set up at the craft fair. As opening time grew close, Stella felt ill, and threw up! Andrea thought she might have a fever too, so she sent her home.
Turns out Andrea loved selling, she was a natural, by eleven-thirty their booth had sold everything they’d brought.
They started their business together a year later. Stella made jewelry, Andrea sold it. They called themselves Sick, Slob, Sisters.
They were a huge success for over forty-six years.