A lot of people look down on small businesses. We don’t have all the benefits that come from being a larger business. We don’t have minions responsible for ensuring that all the various aspects of our business run smoothly and yes, ok, we might look a little frazzled at times. BUT (and this is a big BUT) we have something that larger businesses lose along the way as they grow. We have personal service.
Never underestimate the power of personal service. A small business can give personal service and build relationships like no larger business can ever hope to. Sure you can have account managers and customer service people but, no matter how good your employees are, they will never have the same passion for the business as you do. It’s your business after all.
This point has been perfectly demonstrated to me recently. I ordered a bespoke piece for our upcoming nuptials from Cherry Pie Lane. Charlie, the owner, has been amazing. She’s helped me with decisions and choices throughout the process and what’s more, she even sends me photos showing progress of the piece. Her love for what she does shines through but it’s her personal service that sets her apart.

After my last post,
On being my own boss:
Working ON your business, not IN it. That was the premise of
In
This morning I received an email asking if I am a woman in business. My mental responses ranged from “well I was last time I checked” to “if I’m not, you really need to clean your database”.
So, you run a successful business. You have a team of people that you pay to take on specific tasks and responsibilities. So far, so good. What happens though when you don’t or won’t delegate anything? You end up with a classic case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing.
Around this time of year, I used to be worn to a frazzle, mainly because of the company Christmas party. Who knew that so many people wouldn’t bother RSVP’ing to a personal invitation? Not emailed round, I might add, but carefully and lovingly posted to each and every one of them at their home addresses. No response meant hours of chasing, polite reminders followed by less polite reminders, followed by thinly veiled threats.