In The Beginning...

Where to begin?

It’s January 20th 2018 and for some months now I have been toying with the idea of starting my own business. Today is the day, but I should probably back-pedal to where this all began…

Rewind to November 2016 and I'm Bath (not in the bath, Bath the city) with my mum, godmother and sister for a girly weekend. I’ve always been into arts and crafts but it was around this time that I really began experimenting and creating some fairly decent pieces. As we were admiring the handmade wreaths and pomanders, mum and godmother rounded on me with cries of “You could do this! You could sell the things you make!”

That is where this all began. For the last fourteen months, the idea of doing something for myself has been niggling away at the back of my mind. That was when we were living in Lincoln but then last year, Mr A and I uprooted and moved ‘down South’ for his dream job. I hate job hunting and so took the first job I was offered (a job which I actually really enjoyed), but house hunting from 200 miles away is hard and my new job turned out to be an hours drive from our new house. The drive itself was fine but leaving the house at 7am and not getting home until 7:30pm became too much and before long I began finding it harder and harder to leave the house (and the dogs) in the mornings.

And so I quit. Not quite as abruptly as that; I applied for one last job, part time and just 10 minutes from home. The thought of working part-time was crazy but I justified it by promising myself that if I got it, I would use the rest of my time looking for something 'proper', a real grown-up job or maybe, just maybe by starting up a little business for myself.

My track-record ratio of job applications to interview offers is appalling and so applying for just one job was somewhat foolhardy, but would you believe – I got it.

I’m not usually superstitious but this year is the Chinese New Year of the dog. And so here it goes… introducing Wild Days Dogs & More!