The evolution of Craft Boner


I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to write here because, I'll be real goddamn honest, I'm writing this because I joined this blogging accountability group to keep me on track with blogging every week. Because a) I'm a masochist when it comes to loading more work onto myself and b) I really do like when other small businesses blog regularly. It makes me feel like I know the masterminds behind the business just a little bit better. 

And while my company is pretty much just my personality in pretty handwriting I still think there might be a handful of people who enjoy hearing about the shit that goes on behind the scenes. Because most days are fucking hilarious. But some days are hard. And I watched this super poignant episode of "My So Called Life" last night and one of the teachers in it was urging his students to be raw and real and write about the actual shit that matters. It turned out that teacher was also a deadbeat dad but that's besides the point.

I'm gonna give this fucking thing a real go now that I have this fresh slate of this new website and barren blog. Don't worry, I saved all my fuckin' absurd posts from the other blog - I'll email you if you really want to read some DIY blogging where I drag on about how the aftermath of dipping red yarn in Elmer's glue is probably exactly like the end result of giving Elmo a hand job. (Too far? Yeah, if that's the case, I'm sorry in advance about the colorful metaphors concocted in my noggin.) 

I'm already getting on a tangent, look at me go. No, what I really wanted to talk about is creative evolution. Mostly about my narcissistic ass but also round about-ish for everyone. No matter what sort of creative thing you do I would totally bet that you look back at the first work you put out and think to yourself, "Motherfucker, we've come a long way." That we being you and the burning desire to create stuff, that is. 

That's where I'm at right now with Craft Boner. I quit my day job about two months ago and being able to put twice as much time into the business has made it flourish in ways I never thought possible. Earlier this week I sent off about $1000 worth of wholesale orders across the country. If you'd told me that 3 years ago I would have told you to shut your whore mouth. 

At the same time I was looking back at my blog archives with the old products I got so excited about and I felt a twinge of nostalgia because I remember just how proud I was of the things I first started selling and now I'd never make people pay for the first few things I whipped up because, let's be real, they just weren't very good. I'm really just floating around all over the place here when it comes to topics but what I'm really trying to get at is this: if you're a creative person in any way, shape or form go back into the archives and try to find pictures/proofs/drafts of the first things you made/wrote/did. 

I promise it'll make you feel like a motherfucking rockstar. 

I'm gonna scheme up some actual topics to talk about for next week, but as always, thanks for following me on this foul-mouthed path that I'm on that I suppose could be considered running a small business. 

xo, 

Kiwi, the brains and brawn of this whole shebang