Now for the insanity portion. *screech*
A friend of mine has asked me about having a jewelry party.
And I'm discombobulated!
The big gulp for me is that I've been a virtual hermit for the past year. I went from being *extremely* active to not leaving my house. I went from being the type of person who might be intimidated by strangers, but who would reach out to them even so, to getting panic attacks if I was outside and the neighbors were in their yard.
I've been slowly getting better. I'm on Prozac, I'm seeing a shrink, I'm reading about all about anxiety and depression and sensitivity-- and I'm slowly, slowly getting through it. I can lift my head in public. I can sit in a stadium with 8000 people.
Can I do a jewelry party?
Well-- I can't afford not to, so I said yes.
And now the insanity strikes.
My shops are well stocked currently-- better than ever before actually. So I'm concentrating on making up the little pieces that I usually make to order.
So far I'm up to about a 100 bits and bobs-- AKA earrings!
With about a 100 left to go.
That said-- being nervous about the prep work-- I have about 150 pieces to attach price tags to-- and set up-- I'm totally not into my current display--and calculating sales tax on the fly-- eek-- it's the people that I must engage. *screech and cower*
Frontal lobe says it's no big deal and I'll be just fine. Heart says you're making progress, take another step.
Something else inside says 'danger will robinson'