About This Blog

Hello. and welcome to Trinket Shoppee. The blog for the Etsy shop with the same name. My name is Abigail and I run this blog and the store. Let me tell you a little bit about myself and the shop.

Ever since I was young I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. But there was one thing that I always wanted to do. I wanted to make things. From books to movies. I also want to draw and be an artist. But I stopped wanting to be these things until later in my youth. I went to school for radio and television. After completing the degree I was back in that familiar boat. I was back to where I started. I didn't know what I wanted to be anymore. So I opened this shop on Etsy.

I will tell you more about myself later, and more about the shop later. Thank you for stopping by. If you want to see my show just click this link.

In school, I took an AAA class that talked about entrepreneurship. One of the things that my teacher talked about was that everyone had a "why." Everyone's "why" is the reason they get out of bed. I struggled a lot with this at school. The reason being I never knew why I got out of bed at all. I was very happy just staying in bed all day. I never wanted to get out of bed, because I didn't see a point to it. So throughout all of college, I didn't have a "why." So why did I start this humble little trinket shoppee?

Long Nights

At this point, it is not a surprise that I have depression. I had long nights of restless sleep and mornings where I thought no one would notice if I stayed in bed. Of course, some noticed. SOmeone always noticed.

I was always glad that no one really asked me why I wanted to go into radio and television as a major. I was glad that I made friends that helped me get through some dark times. But when I woke up every day I didn't have a "why." I just didn't know why I should get up in the morning. When I got done with my degree I noticed something odd. I didn't want to want to go into media.

I needed to find a reason to wake up. I needed to go back to my roots. During my last semester, I started missing my Grandma, on my dad's side, so much. That was normal for the time of the year. She loved Christmas so much, so every Christmas I can not help but think about her. But last Christmas I remembered something odd.

The Crafting Room

My grandma had a crafting room. The door would be opened to her crafting room. Now my sisters and I were not allowed in this room. But that didn't stop us from going in from time to time. Her sewing machine would be out and ready to go. The fabric that was kept in the room was carefully folded and ready to be used. The room smelled of warm fabric.

She made my sisters and me two dolls. One was a girl doll that was fashioned to look like us. My grandma also made us each a bunny doll. She loved to make things, and she felt so at peace while doing so. In my younger years, I never questioned if she loved me. I knew where I stood with her.

As I remembered these I also started to remember my childhood love of crafts. I loved to sew things, and I had a lot of fun learning about sewing. Even now as I start to pick back up on this love it relaxes me. I only wish that my grandma was here to help me learn the craft she loved so much.

The Origin of the Shop

I started the shop as a spur of the moment choice. I didn't read much about how to open an Etsy shop. I opened my shop for a few reasons. I have a friend and a cousin who both have Etsy shops. I wanted to support their shops, but I didn't have any money. So I thought I would open a shop to get some money to support them.

I also wanted to start the shop to fund my sewing habits. That way I can learn more about my grandma's craft. I feel closer to my grandma while I sew. I also feel more at peace while I am sewing. I just feel at peace while I am working on my craft.

I have one other reason for wanting to open the shop. When I told my mom about my plans to open the shop she was supportive of me. My dad also liked the idea. He thought that an item that I was returning to Amazon was something that I had made and sold. For a few seconds, I knew he was proud of me. I could also tell that he was equally disappointed that it wasn't my first sale.

Two people also supported me right away, the first one was my Uncle Stan. You pointed at me one day and said, "that if I couldn't believe in me; I just had to say to myself that Uncle Stan believed in me." That has been keeping me going for weeks now. The other person was my Aunt Claudia. I would bounce ideas off of her about the store. She even went shopping with me to find supplies for my crafting. 

So what is the why behind my shop? Maybe we find out together.