Well. I hope your toilets are sparkling after my last post. What would you do w/out me?
It's going to be brief today. Hey. This whole thing with kids in school is supposed to get me more time to work, but I just seem to make a big mess of the house and get about the same amount of work finished. I pay some bills. And make annoyed sounds. Then I might try and find a snack. But it's hard when you are on a dumb elimination diet. That's why I added back in coffee (as you know) and my small singular nightcap beverage. (Hey. If you need a non-toxic heroine, look away. Find yourself a hardcore raw foodie or something. Go on now, shoo.)
But you know what? Dairy and wheat, which I believe to be my main offenders, are still null and void so I'm pretty proud of myself for that. I've done half the elimination diet and will continue to for at least another four hours. No. Seriously. Wheat sucks and diary is gloppy. Rice flour pancakes rock and I'm not doing wheat or dairy every again. NEVER. Except for sour cream and some half and half. And ice cream. Once in a while. And that's it, damnit!
So: check it: I have gotten a re-order from one of the stores I sold to, and the other says they are nearly sold out and will be re-ordering soon. Both places frame the pieces and sell them with our without the frames. I love this idea. It's brilliant. So all this is good news and I am very happy about it. AND I'm planning to upscale my booth at the Art Show and really look like a FULL-ON professional artist. I have no idea what that means. But, I'm gonna try and figure it out. Maybe a snappy beret or something? I am kind of blown away that these sketches are selling. Really- there's no accounting for taste.
On the other side of the coin, I'm really feeling bored of Etsy. It's just not as jazzy as I hoped it would be. Anyone have any thoughts on Etsy? Is it totally out? Kind of flaccid, I'm thinking. You know? If I had to describe it in one word. Flaccid is basically what I'd say. I feel like I give and give and don't really get enough in return. Sigh. Reminds me of all the men I dated before I was graced with The (Beautiful) Brad.
Well, that's a wrapper.
Catch ya on the flip.