Monday, December 19, 2005

 

Start a Business

Hello all,


No work to do, create an activity.


In the wet market there is usually a section where sundry goods
are sold, including textiles. And the man tending the textile stall
is usually an elderly Chinese wearing China made T-shirt and
pyjama bottom, sitting on a wooden stool. Business is usually
lackluster, but these vendors carry on.

One day I was surprised to see one of these dual stalls separated
into two again, and a near middle aged woman occupying the
other one. She had a simple cardboard sign overhung with a large
handwritten word ALTERATION. She had nothing much more
except a sewing machine and the accompanying small hemming
machine. The whole enclosure was quite bare. Sitting on a bare
wooden chair she was busily sewing clothes. She had started a
business, and was waiting for small jobs like altering dresses and
edging, or other simple sewing jobs which many people need but
do not have the equipment nor skill for it.

To me, a regular frequenter to the market, she was more like
having a pastime. Nevertheless, over the days, dresses were
displayed for sale from the overhanging rails. These dresses were
sewn by her, to her own measurement, with her own design. Her
flair and initiative manifested themselves. She had kept herself
occupied, making her dresses to sell, while waiting for business,
failing which she could wear them herself. Also, she had expressed
her own creations. How shrewd and smart she was!

Well, as she had foreseen, her dresses sold well. Customers came
and made orders for custom dresses, and her business caught on.
Other things were added for sale, accessories and things associated
with dress making, and things to make women beautiful.

Her stall still looks like a store room, but her business thrives. It
would not be surprising that before long she would take over the
adjacent stall for her business. It is marvellous to see how an
enterprising woman begins with an idea and sets up a business
like this, and succeeds.


Have a nice day.
Ronald.

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