I am speechless, y’all.
You showed us the kind of love and support today that has made me feel like literally anything is possible. That no dream is silly. I wish you could understand how low our expectations were for the first day of our shops. I wish I could tell you how many times I cried today (really) in 100% total thankfulness for a God who puts a spark in your heart through the words of a friend, who opens every door and gives affirmations along the way even when you’re terrified that you’re doing something foolheaded. I’m not a risk taker. It was hard for me to make the decision, to invest our savings into building this website and hope it wouldn’t be a silly wasted dream. Today, I’ve been remembering my post from 2010 when I told you about leaving my day job to pursue Lucky Luxe. When God’s finger points, his hand will clear the way. To a lot of people, I’m sure our dreams are silly. To believe you can change perceptions about a town that some people have given up on, to believe you can build some things out of old twisted up wood that people will cherish when it’s made into something new—are silly to some people. But to us, it’s important. It’s where God is calling us for this season of our life. And it feels like big magic, however foolheaded it may seem. The day in pictures and videos:
Somehow, you clever Clancys figured out the site was live the moment it happened and you started shopping. 3,100 of you came “through our doors” since then and claimed 150 items from our shops. Our friend Chad from Oldfield called bright and early and said, “Well, how’re y’all feeling this morning?”
Around 10 am, Ben made his very first furniture sale ever. The Elder’s Bench. His reaction, essentially:
Cried over it.
When we got to the studio, there was a package in the mailbox. The most thoughtful hand-painted Christmas ornament from our friend Ashlee, a connection made thanks to this journal. A little Scotsman truck. Cried over it.
A little while later, a tweet:
Cried over it.
We did our first ever ErinAndBen.co shipment. Did not cry, if you can believe that.
And so. I guess I’m not really speechless, am I? I had a lot to say. But it isn’t enough. I don’t have the right words, is a better way of saying it. There were so many kind emails and messages throughout the day that made me feel like an effervescent little bubble floating along. You’re a blessing to us, friends. You really can’t understand.
Will you forgive me if your packages take a few days to ship? I’m a little
(a lot, as in totally paralyzed)… overwhelmed. And probably crying, happily.