About a month ago, at the height of my January Blues I had an epiphany…
Due in part to ill health (take my advice and never miss a flu jab!) and overwhelmingly due to nervousness I shared this epiphany with only a select number of friends, family members and confidants. I feel that now, however, having spent weeks over-thinking and agonising over every little detail, the time has come for me to reveal the next stage in my Sealy MacWheely venture:

I am going to open my own shop!

There. I said it. It’s out in the open and therefore real, almost tangible even, and there’s no going back…

It’s a scary feeling but in a good way. The same kind of scary as jumping out of a Soviet-era biplane over the Transylvanian countryside strapped to a bloke whose introduction included the phrase, ‘Do not worry, I have not crashed… Yet’* – utterly terrifying and completely exhilarating at the same time!

To clarify, I am not expecting this to be an overnight venture, at this stage I am merely setting the foundations and I expect it will be months if not years before I open the doors for the first time. Likewise, I do not for a second imagine that the shop will be just an extension of my wee craft stall, love it though I do. Although I fully intend to sell a range of spinning supplies, hand spun yarns and woven beauties, I picture a community space where local crafties and artisans can also display their work and where people of all ages can come to learn about the processes involved in fibre production at their own pace.
They always say that on your deathbed you regret the things you didn’t do rather than the things you did and I know that not biting the bullet and following my dream will forever haunt me.

And now we come to the scariest part: funding.

In its current state Sealy MacWheely is seen by many as almost a hobby, an integral part of my social life and not much more and in some respects that is true. At this stage I am not just a ‘small’ business, I’m a teensy tiny little sole trader with a passion for wool and alpaca fibre and bright colours… Every penny earned is reinvested and other than the pound coin I borrowed from my till the other week to pay towards a neighbour’s charity collection, none of the profit goes anywhere near my own purse.

Over the course of the next few months I shall be looking into various methods of funding including eligible grants, business loans and personal investment from my own savings (who needs holidays, right?) but I can’t lie, at best I will be a tiny pawn in a huge game of economic chess.

As such, every penny counts and when I initially had this brainwave I set up a GoFundMe account and then spent about an hour hovering over the share button, ultimately wussing out of clicking, too scared to be seen as begging.

Today I realised that this mentality is silly and the old proverb ‘pride comes before a fall’ could very well be a premonition if I don’t buck up and admit that I am going to need some support, both financially and morally in order for this ambition to become a reality.

I promise that I will not be hounding for donations at all hours of the day and night. I do not envision my GoFundMe to be some kind of pseudo-charitable collecting tin, rather, it gives those who wish to provide support the means in which to do so in a formal, trustworthy and reliable setting.

If anyone does feel inclined to donate towards the shop please visit gofundme.com/help-sealy-macwheely-grow – all donations no matter how big or small are gratefully received.
And thus ends my exciting announcement for today, now I’m back off to play with my beautiful new drum carder (named Nìomh – one of the many Gaelic words for beautiful) and experiment with some new art batts!

Watch this space for more updates!

Beannachd leibh,

Katie x

* Heck YEAH I did that, the photos are terrible but the adrenaline rush was intense!

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