So, my husband said to me the other day “What are you going to do with all your stuff you make cluttering up the office?”
“Um” I look up at the ceiling. “Keep it?” I replied, with uncertainty.
“Why don’t you sell it? It needs to go somewhere.” He said, with vigour.
“Oh…yeeeah…I guess so” I said, hesitantly.
And so, there we have it. My Etsy shop was born, that same night. Not quite on the same scale as the upcoming celebration as the birth of a certain religious man (if you’re a Christian, of course) in a stable, however for me, quite epic.
I’d thought about it before, and put it off. And then I’d thought about it again, put up some more mental barriers and then put it off. Again. Talking it through with my husband on Monday night, it made more sense and I realised I had built it up in my mind to be something big and scary and grown up. And, of course, its not like that at all. Plus, I already have a mortgage. Financial commitments don’t really come much bigger for the average person. A few clicks later, my first item was and is for sale. Some gift tags. And now, as of tonight, my Mr Owl book plates.
For those of you who don’t know, Etsy provides a marketplace for crafters, artists and collectors to sell their handmade creations, vintage goods and crafting supplies. Perfect for someone with a little hobby like….um….oh yeh…..me!
Whenever I have something new for sale, I’ll publish it here on the blog, so you know its also for sale at my Etsy store. And of course, I hope you stop by my shop for a little online meander.