zero profit sounds like a bad idea…
Zero profit makes zero sense if I was in sales. Businesses don’t exactly get off the ground with projected revenues with only one zero in it. Products get sold, profits get made and businesses scale up – that’s usually how we find ourselves in the market square. Not so unlike potential dance partners awkwardly staring at everything but each other while the music plays, there’s binary tango in that alternates buying and selling.
I’ve tried my hand at making (and selling) many things. Not because I love marketing myself (giant ewwww) but because I love making things. It’s tactile and touches more than just my fingers when I pause over some reclaimed textiles at the salvage shop or press old greeting cards into my palm. Making takes your time and gives you peace in return. It rewards effort and sometimes teaches you about failure more than you’d like. If #pinterestfail didn’t have a face to go with it up until now, believe me I could stand in for that title with far too much ease.
I tried to sell etched glass pieces and made an etsy account just for that. Fail.
I tried to sell big square prints with some clever sayings accompanied by #fieldnotes. Fail.
I tried to sell vintage pieces, colourful baby blankets, and less tangible bits of writing. Fail, fail, fail.
so everything in my shop is free…sort of
It’s been imperfect and I’ve been called out for my efforts, but my hope to help hasn’t changed. I am not here to rescue, save, or even change people – only the Creator can do that. But the teachings of Elders and Apostles, Pipes and Anabaptists, Sweats and Christ, for
example, say more to me about listening as equals than telling as experts. Personally, and especially professionally. I would like to tell you how steep my learning curve is right now in both of those domains, but the world is full of real pain and problems and I’d rather us commit our time to something more substantial. I’d like to see us paying more attention to our neighbourhood, workplace, and families. If we see something, let’s say something – like a genuine “how are you?” eyeball to eyeball.
I’ve missed oh so many chances to be like Christ and you too won’t lack in opportunities. It’s just that they come at inconvenient times and cost mental energy none of us seem to have anymore. We’re tired of caring, aren’t we?
So, instead of me preaching to you, I preached to myself and ordered two types of wallet cards: I named them LEND A HEART, LIGHT A FIRE and I’m keeping them in my purse, office, and car. I want to have encouragement on hand and these let me write a note on the back to someone who needs it. I also made some more blankets and few wraps.
but I don’t want you to buy what I’m selling
You can’t purchase these. You can only get them as a gift from me.
That’s how serious I am about reconciliation and zero profit. Just email me a copy of your donation to The Indigenous Family Centre (for the minimum donation amount for each respective item) or another Indigenous resource centre and I will send you a true tangible thanks. For as little as $7, you can carry hearts as easily as cards fit in your wallet, blankets hold babes, and wraps cover shoulders.
Email your donation receipt to hello at chantalwiebe dot ca and if you REALLy want to reserve a particular item, add it to your cart for a whopping zero bucks!
Much love, always.