We’re partying at Stampin’ Up! this year—celebrating our 25th anniversary! It’s been fun for me to think back on where we started and how far we’ve come, and I’ve shared many thoughts on the journey in various places (events, publications, online, etc.) I also wanted to share a few thoughts here on my blog as well. . .
At Sara’s downline overnight last weekend, I asked her downline what kind of stories they’d like to hear throughout the year. I was surprised that one of the first things they asked was, “Why did you start Stampin’ Up!” I guess I feel like I’ve told that story frequently, but can you ever tell a great story too many times? (smile)
So that’s where I thought I’d start today (and I will keep it short and sweet).
Twenty-five years ago, my sister Vonna and I were neighbors, living in Las Vegas. Our sweethearts were working in construction, and we were both stay-at-home moms, with young children at home. I was feeling a need for social interaction; Vonna was looking for a way to supplement her family income.
We’d both dabbled in various direct-sales businesses, and when we discovered stamping we knew we’d found the product we wanted to sell! However, we couldn’t find the right combination of service, opportunity, and quality products. So we created it ourselves!
We learned so much those first few months—growing from operating out of our living room to a warehouse in three months, and then moving to an even larger warehouse a few months later. Ultimately we bought our own property (my dad’s old truck shop) in Kanab and continued to grow.
That growth caused a bunch of challenges (we call them opportunities today, but they sure felt like challenges back then!) and a huge learning curve for us. We took a real-life crash course in Business 101 and figured out a lot of things that continue to benefit us today, both personally and professionally. And looking back, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. . . well, at least not very many things!
So there’s a little glimpse backwards. I’ll share more memories throughout the year. I’d love to hear what you’d like to hear me reminisce about. . .