It’s time for the first Stitching Blogger’s Question for 2007 and Renee came up with a wonderful one!<\/p>\n
\nDo you dream of running your own LNS\/ONS? If so, tell us about your dream. If not, tell us about your cross stitch dream\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 maybe you dream of designing, dyeing your own floss or fabric, etc.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Yes, I do. I have seriously contemplated opening an LNS\/ONS. It would have to be both in order to be successful in this day and age. I thought about starting up online first. I even talked to Jennifer at Needlework Plus about how she got into the business. <\/p>\n
The sticking point for me is finding the capital to start a business. That and incredible insecurity around how to make it work and actually turn a profit. Needlework seems a bit dead in this area, but having some market studies done would help to point me to the right location.<\/p>\n
It’s just a big leap to make and quite a steep cliff if my parachute doesn’t work. \ud83d\ude09 But I would so dearly love to hold classes and teach other people the basics of cross stitch, as well as more advanced classes in specialty stitches, drawn and pulled thread work and hardanger. I would want a place that was big enough to hold a good variety of stash inventory and yet still felt warm and comfortable.<\/p>\n
In other stitching-related dreams, I would like to become a designer. I’ve had and overheard discussions amongst designers about how much it takes to make a name and get off of the ground. The same as starting a new shop, getting your name out there and recognized so as to draw more business is a daunting task.<\/p>\n
So, it all comes down to one of those key life decisions – to take the plunge or not? I have yet to decide on that answer. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s time for the first Stitching Blogger’s Question for 2007 and Renee came up with a wonderful one! Do you dream of running your own LNS\/ONS? If so, tell us about your dream. If not, tell us about your cross … Continue reading