The price of worth. . .

The price of worth. . .

There is a rhythm to running a small town shop- a push and pull that’s not just about inventory or foot traffic, but about something far more personal: worth.

I have looked for my worth in the faces of strangers for years leaving me squirming and anxious from moment to moment.

Most days, people walk into our storefront and I watch their faces light up. “This place is such a vibe” “Oh my gosh, you made these?” I watch their eyes run along the handmade items. They see the work. The beauty in handmade. My soul on display.

Then there are days, someone walks in, flips the price tag over and say out loud, with raised eyebrows: “Who would pay this much?”

For years these moments have left me feeling embarrassed and anxious. I would catch myself mentally justifying the price of materials and time it took to make said item. I’d second-guess myself, wondering if maybe they were right. Maybe I was asking too much.

But over time — and with A LOT of tears and deep reflection — I’ve realize something important: their reaction is about them, not me.

It’s about their lens, their budget, their relationship with value and ownership.

My work isn’t for everyone, nor could I possibly serve everyone if I tried. I have maybe 500 slots I can fill per year.

Not only is my work intentional, it’s finite. And that scarcity is part of its worth.

The right people know exactly what they’re buying — not just a handmade item, but hours of work, years of experience, and a rich back story infused into each piece.

Today I don’t squirm when I hear the prices read out loud, because I know my worth, I know my value and that’s where the work really begins.

And Yes, Vicky, $58.00 is the price for our feather holiday earrings. A very fair price.

Thank you for your attention to this matter. 😉