#963: Business, as usual

It’s really only once a year that the Girl gears up and gets serious about her hairclips business, even though she has been operating it since the age of six. During our annual neighbourhood-wide yard sale, our Girl sets up her little sales table, her whiteboard easel (on which she has written her business tag lines and explanation of her project), and her change purse, and gets right down to business.

It all came about in Vancouver, when we were at one of those fancy-schmancy baby stores, and found these types of hairclips. True to form as the child of two DIY entrepreneurs, she remarked, “We could probably make these, right Mama? And for much less money.” So the next time we were at a crafts store, our Girl found some supplies, and everything took off from there. She chose her own web site domain, chose her business card design, and of course, chose and named all her “collections”. It has become a wonderful learning experience for her, as a math project, a business project, and an opportunity to give to charity.

She’s been at it since then, selling at our yard sale, to friends, at home parties, and even at a homeschooling young entrepreneurs sale. The wonderful thing is that she gets better and better at her business, as time goes on. In the beginning, she couldn’t even handle the glue gun, and could only cut the ribbons and write out her signs in crooked handwriting. Now, she can do all the hands-on work herself, plus plan her business strategies. Just this morning, she remarked sagely (as if the idea has been on her mind a lot recently), “You know, the gingerbread men clips are for Christmas, but that design is out of season right now. I think I need to put them on sale, at half off.” Spoken like a true businesswoman.

I love seeing her sit at her table, explaining her wares and her methods to customers. I beam as I watch her count out the correct change without thinking. I smile inwardly as she takes a break from the sales table, and gives the substitute sales staff (me) explanations in a motherly way, “Now, you know what the prices are, right?” It’s even funny seeing her run around placing hairclips on me, her father, and her brother, in an attempt to make us walking billboards for her merchandise. Most of all, I never tire of hearing her customers remark to us, “You must be so proud of her.”

Of course.