Literally.
I had opened an etsy account back in December last year. I took one look around at the how tos of setting up a shop and thought "too much work". 6 months later, in the lovely month of June, I finally have the determination to get to work. There is a lot of uploading and head-scratching involved. But with 14 bags (I already have 5 of my own which I use regularly), that's just too much excess lying around the house. Then there's also the growing collection of paintings. But that is more difficult to price, ship, etc.. So I will take that on at a later date.
As it turned out, I would have had a couple of sales if I'd stuck around at the craft fair a bit longer. They would have been from the other arthouse artists. I appreciate those sales, but sometimes selling to friends seems like the obligatory sale (as if you've hosted a Mary Kay party). But I know deep down that's not true. I can see true enthusiasm when many of my friends see my bags. I guess I just thought I would see it at the craft fair too.
I've had a couple of days to think and pray about things. For whatever reason, I feel that I'm on the right track. I don't want to be completely deluding myself (one of the downfalls of the very popular "positive thinking" movement- note people trying out for American Idol who cannot sing). That is one thing that scares me about "having faith" and being obedient to God is that I could be completely off my rocker. Why does God care about me selling bags anyhow? Doesn't he only care about saving souls? (these are rhetorical questions). Despite me having answered them many times in my head and to others, they keep popping up.
So here I am waiting for my bag model to wake up. She who can easily sleep in til nearly 11:00 each day (I've been up since 6:30). She who is now as tall as I.
I do want to have a business. I want my children to see the ups and downs and process involved in making money. And what to do with that money. I still want to use my "gift" to give to others who so desperately need it (like Jesus Villages in Uganda).
And truthfully, selfish as it may be, I guess I want to do it for myself. But really, analyzing my motivations at this point just gives me a headache. I think I'll let God point things out if I'm going awry.
Well, back to Etsy. I can still take some photos without my slumbering model.
Oh yeh, there is a part on Etsy to write your bio, and all I could think of was something like "part-time artist who is just finishing off a large slice of humble pie is looking to Etsy in last ditch effort to unload excessive baggage" (giggling).
Thanks for reading my ramble.
P.S. Here's my etsy page.
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