Which is why this wasn’t worth it for me. I make wreaths, flowered and Christmas, and other decorative stuff. If I see it, I can pretty much do it. So I bring a wreath to decorate my desk at work and the sh*t hits the fan. All of these women start begging me to make them one, offering tons of money, so of course I do it. I’m loading 10, 15, 20 wreaths into my car every week and am pulling in some really good money, but then I get these women coming back to me saying they’ve broken this or their daughter pulled it apart, want something else on it, etc. etc. etc. I take pride in my work, so I accomodate all of them. Next Christmas rolls around … I accomodate all of them again. I meet my husband, I get married, my mother-in-law dies days before our first Christmas together and these same women come back to me again, expecting me to fix something they bought two years ago. Yes, I take pride in my work … but not so much that I can’t tell a bunch of old women exactly where they can stick it.