Momma told me there would be days like this.
No matter what you do, there are always some big bummers.
And there have been plenty working on this project.
There have been days where label colors came out wrong, quotes for work came in a lot higher than I wanted, or could afford, and website layouts or plugins were glitchy.
Or, as is the case today, somebody important told me that that My Brush Betty was just too big and complex for them to be interested in it.
Not that beauty lovers might not want it or be willing to pay for it. Just that it wasn’t worth the risk to them. Too big and complicated.
It’s fair, honest criticism.
My Brush Betty is big! She’s 9.5 inches tall and nearly 4 inches in diameter–too big for many retail shelves, in fact. But that’ s the size that it takes to accommodate most brushes!
But it still sucks to hear it.
On the other hand, it’s good to hear this criticism, because it forces you to confront challenges and flaws in your own idea.
At every stage, including this one, I have had to re-evaluate whether to proceed. Or not.
It’s also not just a question of being a quitter or persistent. Sometimes, it really does just have to do with the actual merits and costs of the project itself.
So whenever I have had doubts about this project, I force myself to do something terrible: Wash some make-up brushes the old, traditional way.
Every time somebody gives me some harsh criticism, I go and hand wash some makeup brushes individually. And, usually within minutes, I am cured and back to feeling reinvigorated about this project.
Because, yes, hand-washing makeup brushes covered in today’s sticky, long-lasting makeup products is really, truly that awful. And My Brush Betty is a dream in comparison, especially for someone with acne, like me.
And so I continue. … Bad days or not.