Growing up I was fortunate enough to have a mom who runs a drapery company; sounds a tad unheard of, selling drapes that is. When you’re growing up, no matter what grade or age, your peers, teachers, and friends are usually curious of what your parents do for a living to mentally determine what they predicted you would grow up to be. I always had a difficult time explaining what exactly my parents did, because being an 11 year old girl in Mrs so-and-so’s 5th grade class, not everyone knew what the words ‘distributing’ nor ‘manufacturing’ meant… and the same patterns followed until I got to about 8th grade. I had one friend of mine who always asked how my parents’ hairstyling salon was going… she had a little bit of a harder time comprehending the words ‘manufacturing’ and ‘distributing’ … along with the words ‘drapery business’ as well, apparently. But in all seriousness, I liked telling and explaining to my friends what my parents did because it was unique… my dad didn’t work in a cubicle and my mom wasn’t a stay-at-home mom; I liked that it took me more than four words to describe my mom’s profession… ‘she doesn’t work’ didn’t quite fit her career description, but ‘a hard-working, patient, and sacrificial mom’ was close enough to sum it up if I were to put it in a few words. I don’t have a hard time expressing myself, nor my opinion, and that may be generated from the endless options of drapes and shams I am able to choose from to throw in my room and call my own creation… although I cant quite call it my own, yet I have a room that fits my personality and preference as a result either way. When I help in the showroom, I have stamped and stared at enough covers of catalogs as a procrastination strategy to kill time before Amy noticed to have the motto of the company permanently engraved in my knowledge … ‘Beautifully Made to Order’, and I have to agree. I have seen many draped wrapped up in the plastic covers about to be shipped to their customers by the dozens to know what beautifully made drapes look like. I have an idea what effort is put into them because I see the Ladies in the Workroom busting their butts sewing them together stitch by stitch, yet they still seem to love their job almost as much as my parents do. I didn’t know people could actually enjoy work… now I do.
Like I said, this company is unique, stitched together with scattered words such as ‘manufacturing’ and ‘distributing’, but once you’re 14 and writing a blog post for your Dad, it doesn’t seem so bad.