Baby Steps

There are certain things that happen when one decides to become a full time baker. For one,  your level of fabulousity goes down...big time. My daily uniform includes sweatpants, some old white tube socks, green Crocs, my boyfriend's old t-shirts and a bright orange bandanna with frogs on it from when I was 12. My designer garments and shoes I use to strut down Connecticut Ave in have started to collect dust which depresses me so much. Especially my red Gucci stilettos I got for a steal at DSW. My hair, well, it permanently resides in a bun. Make-up, ha ha...none. The oven and mixer don't care if I have dark circles or a blemish here or there. So why bother. I wear what I wear because I learned the hard way that buttercream gets everywhere and red velvet batter stains.  I bought a cute apron in hope of keeping my self proclaimed fabulous style intact while I go through this transition. But the apron lasted a week and anything that it didn't cover was ruined. 

The transition has been a complete transition both lifestyle wise and mentally. Just yesterday I participated in a local event for brides. It was a great event. I met some wonderful people and everyone that tasted my cupcakes came back for seconds, thirds and fourths. The funny thing was that just a month ago I was the one attending events and sampling vendors' products. Now I am a vendor. I found myself joking around with Pam the bartender who had a booth next to mine. We gabbed all night about the attendees, the event and life itself. It was fun to be on the other side. I actually enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. 

My entry into the world of entrepreneurship is going well. I have had to make sacrifices like my wardrobe. But overall, so  far so good. Now I have to figure out health care and all the other details I used to take for granted when I was employed. Baby steps...I keep reminding myself....baby steps.