Deja Vuesday:
where you can visit a gently-used, recycled, and even restyled blog post in case you missed it the first time. It’s even better the second time around.
With over 425 shopkeepers at Conference a few weeks ago, I had a hard time making it from room to room, or even the rest room, without hearing some stories.
Lots of great ones… Jill and Deb and Bahia, especially!… but lots, alas, not so great. Shopkeepers whose lips tightened as they proclaimed the measures they had been forced to take to keep the public in line. Shopkeepers who teared up as they said they couldn’t understand why they had too few customers, or too few suppliers. Those who declared that “Our town is different.” I wanted to ask, gently, if their original vision had changed or whether they simply had lost their map, and with it, perhaps, their joy and pride and enthusiasm.
I should have remembered to refer them to Winnie the Pooh as resale shopkeeper.


