Other than that I have accomplished jack shit this weekend. Yay?
Rosemary honey soap. I've been resisting the temptation to steal this out of the 'stock' pile and put it in the 'use' pile ever since I ran out of the soap I made from the extra from this batch.
many-colored brooms earrings. Rainbow = queer, heart = love, under the rose = secret; rainbows and hearts under roses.
wakes the dragon necklace. Inspired by Southwestern US designs.
and reaching the sky earrings. "Recycle, man!"
Don't forget, it's sparkle season, and that means coupon code SPARKLE11 which gives you 15% off any purchase!
There are sisters and sister's friends upstairs MAKING NOISE. ARGH. I have SHIT I NEED TO DO. Granted what I want to do, I cannot do for reasons other than sisters (jewelry needs rephotographed), but it's hard to concentrate on schoolwork with all this NOISE.
Time to put on AtLA and do a self-inflicted mani-pedi.
Yo, Etsy types, go forth and advertise at winneganfake's Bizarre Holiday Bazaar.
I am not spending another twenty minutes photographing shit today. Not till it warms up some and/or the wind dies.
I have written porn in class. Why is it so difficult for me to focus now?
On to more serious matters. According to an Etsy tweetchat the other day, the formula for pricing success is "materials+labor+expenses+profit=
So between the table price, the hot dog I bought because it was lunchtime and I was hungry, and the earrings I'd cheerfully have paid $15 for if they weren't tagged $5, today's excursion has put me $12.50 further in the hole. $14.40 once we figure in the charitable donation, which Mom is going to laugh at me for and probably refuse on behalf of our square dance club (she's the club treasurer, so she's the one to whom any donations go, and because it was square dancer earrings that sold, it's the square dance club gets the money). Le sigh.
And apparently Occupy Somewhere got a bunch of paper dumped on them, which pissed the occupiers off, because they were job apps for McDonald's. Because clearly the McDonald'ses of Somewhere have enough job openings for all the occupiers who haven't got jobs. And this is amusing to my mother, for reasons I can't parse. And when I point out that this is in fact highly offensive, because there are six fucking job applicants for every job opening, and also many of those applicants have valuable skills better used not flipping fucking burgers and asking if you want any fucking fries with that, Dad shouts me down, because apparently I'm not allowed to have opinions contrary to Mom's while I owe her money and live in her house. And I can't go through with my original plan of going square dancing tonight and attempting to sell more jewelry while I'm there, because it's going to take everything I've got to finish cooking fucking dinner without letting them see me cry.
Hugs would be gratefully appreciated.
Nearly eleven hours later: Holy FSM I have a lot of inventory. Still not done.
An hour after that: Am thisclose to declaring myself done, despite the pile of inventory still to price-tag.
But if I'm going to make anything of Sunbow Gems, I need to do craft fairs.
Opening a jewelry business. Like, an actual business. Borrowing startup capital, hiring employees, making a metric ton of inventory, storefront in the mall or downtown, the works. A particular storefront near my current place of employment is open, rent $650 a month, and I figure I'd want me and one employee to start at $15 an hour (and do not suggest lowering that number, that's only a little above a living wage) for forty hours a week apiece which comes to $4800 a month so $5450, materials could easily be another five hundred a month, so if I could get a loan for twenty thousand dollars (or hit up kickstarter.com for twenty thousand dollars) I'd have operating expenses for three months plus two thousand more to fix up the storefront with, and if I could pull in six thousand dollars a month I'd come out ahead. But I'd have to be very sure this would work for it to be worth quitting the state job, which I'd have to do to have the time and to avoid having the conflict of interest.
I keep thinking, Syn did it! I am trying not to think about all the experience Syn had working for LJ before she started DW. My experience in retail consists of the back room at Macy's and the production line at Subway. But I'm sure successful entrepreneurs have started with less.
So you know how I thought I could do interrobang earrings using glass pearls? Ahahahaha no. They look like the letter P.
So you know how I thought I could do interrobang earrings using polymer clay? AHAHAHAHA NO. Let's leave the description of my fail at that.
The interrobang earrings using bugle beads worked well enough. Still not good, but well enough. The black-triangle-red-circle earrings came out fine, or will have once I've baked the clay. Ditto the pink triangle earrings. And somebody on Etsy is advertising their ability to make polymer clay earrings that look exactly like the cover of the book of your choice. I feel inferior.
queer--leather queer flag glass pearl earrings--done
intersex--intersex flag glass pearl earrings
lesbian--black triangle and red circle polymer clay earrings
trans--transgender flag glass pearl earrings--done
bisexual--bisexual flag glass pearl earrings--done
asexual--asexual flag glass pearl earrings--done
ally--ally flag glass pearl earrings?
gay--pink triangle polymer clay & silver bear paw charm earrings
genderqueer--genderqueer flag glass pearl earrings--done
I just ordered the bear paw charms, they'll be here in a few days, and getting the polymer clay bits done will be this weekend's project. And the questioning/undecided ones are easy enough. Question marks. The trouble is, how do I visually distinguish between 'questioning' and 'undecided'? Best I've thought of so far is question marks for 'questioning' and figurines with shrugged shoulders for 'undecided', but I have zero confidence in my ability to pull off the latter.
On the flip side, I have many new sparklies to play with and an ever-increasing stack of shinies needing photographed, and two of my three pieces for the Broadening the Arts event are ready to go. Because the event's theme is "American Dream", these pieces are political.
One I'm going back and forth on the title, between "Freedom of Religion" and "Lemon Test" and "Coexist"; it's a
One is definitively entitled "In Celebration of Griswold and Roe". This one's a glass pearl bracelet with seven red and twenty-one white pearls and one of those Precious Feet charms between pearls numbered fourteen and fifteen.
The third... "Do you mean to say that it is not yet finished?" "No sir, I mean to say that it is not yet begun." I'm vacillating. I could do the leather queer flag in glass pearls on a chain. I could do the straight ally flag in glass pearls on a chain. I could finish my array of QUILTBAG-flag-imitating earrings and call the display a single piece. I could...ask for help! I believe I shall ask for help.
What should Ellie title the charm bracelet?
Freedom of Religion
What should Ellie do for the queer piece?
What should Ellie title the queer piece?
Is the point of the Griswold/Roe piece clear?
I think I'm keeping the rainbow heart rose earrings and the rainbow necklace with the mandala pendant. TOO SHINY. I'm definitely wearing them to work tomorrow.
Heart outside box, get it? ...*sigh* Yeah, I know, I'm pathetic.
I also quite like the AVEN earrings.
Black for asexuality, gray for demisexuality and graysexuality, white for sexuality, purple for community.
And because my brain is screwy that way, I took this batch of pictures yesterday, and there's already a half dozen things awaiting photographed. Spiral earrings and Pride flag earrings and bi pride earrings and transgender pride earrings and genderqueer pride earrings. I likes me the Pride theme. Got a dozen and a half things to photograph if we count the soaps and candles I forgot to photograph yesterday.
Don't forget, I'm always up for custom work.
In related news, I am never using cut-open soda cans as soap molds EVER AGAIN. As container candles they've got promise, though, if I can find a way to deal with the sharp edges on top.
Speaking of candles, my thermometer is not here yet, but I am itching to try out my candle-making kit, which would require borrowing Mom's candy thermometer. How bad an idea is this?
What would make you personally more likely to buy something from my Etsy shop? Better selection? Better marketing? Better prices?
Which reminds me. I was doing Project Valkyrie. Clearly the name of my project is not sufficiently inspirational, so I'm renaming it the Mary Project. Mary would have the upper body strength to scrub the damn bathtub without wearing herself out. Step one, half an hour of walking every day. Easily enough accomplished at work, what with breaks. Somebody, tptigger, harass me if I haven't checked in after a walk Saturday and Sunday.
Remix Madness AAAAAAH.
Commission YAYAYAYAY. Unicursal hexagram charms smaller than pendant-size no longer exist on the Internet BOO. Neither do the Buddha charms I was using, for that matter, but there are other Buddha charms and for all I can tell from the pic on Superwiki it might actually be Kwan Yin, so.
Dad: "Well, Ellie went on a date, C called out of the blue, G's friends in Japan got hit by an earthquake..."
Dear Dad: ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS.
Planning to bid the hell out of help_japan, and offer, too.
Date went marvelously. Got another one tomorrow.
Trimmed the rosemary bush. Bush was bigger than me; is still bigger than D, unless Dad did some serious work on the big branches while I wasn't looking.
Planning on making rosemary sachets and perfume to go on Etsy. It's not like there's a shortage of rosemary around here.
( Vampire Diaries )
I made over a hundred dollars last month and I'm closing in on three hundred this month, so five hundred dollars isn't out of reach. It's just not coming fast enough.
Know what else is out of reach due to lack of funds? Big craft fairs. There's one in May got advertised in the local weekly paper this week, and to get a booth there, I'd need to cough up money for a business license ($40 for ten days, $75 for a year, wtf state government) and for a booth ($95 if I paid before April), so I'd need to sell like twenty pairs of earrings at the fair to break even and like thirty to justify going, which I can't count on. The twice-weekly bazaar is probably inaccessible for the same reason, though I haven't checked, because it's outdoors and it's January and like fuck am I spending all day outside when it's colder than the third circle of hell. And the soonest small craft fair anybody in the house knows of is "in the spring". Useful information, that.
Also, while of course nobody's obligated to comment on my fic, and I know there's not a hell of a lot in any one fic to comment on, nobody's commented on any of my Bechdel Project fic in ages, and I'm disappointed.
Copper roses with replica Roman coins under the rose.
Mix and match with protective charms that might be found on Mary's bracelet in Supernatural! Which I'm going to make another of as soon as I find a unicursal hexagram that doesn't cost me twelve dollars.
ETA: That's better. mix and match food and wine earrings now available, and I particularly like these two of that set:
Which I am wearing right now. Mood earrings. Sister's party is very noisy.
Also the other earrings described above are now available at Sunbow Gems.
My accounting software thinks I made a profit in December, because the hundreds of dollars I spent on beads and charms counts as assets, not expenses, until I actually make something with the beads in question, and income is revenue minus expenses, no consideration of assets. I actually am making a profit in January, though I'm still nowhere near bringing in as much money as I've spent. Big sale this morning! \o/
Market research time:
Should I make another Mary Winchester charm bracelet?
only if it's doable without spending fifty dollars on charms
Do you think I'm hurting my sales by:
having unabashedly political items for sale (A-for-atheist earrings, leather queer Pride flag earrings, lotsa butterfly earrings with the note that butterflies symbolize transfolk, etc)
saying on the shop front page that part of the money is going to a charity customers may not like (Global Health Council, to treat neglected tropical diseases)
not talking enough on DW/FB/Twitter about my Etsy shop
not talking enough in meatspace about my Etsy shop
something else, see comments
none of the above
In My Time of Dying
Sympathy for the Devil
Exile on Main St.
I like the hobbit tradition of giving presents on one's birthday. Mine's on the thirteenth. As I'll remind you whenever I go to bed on the twelfth (so circa 10pm EST), there will be a coupon for five percent off your purchase.
Also kind of sad and empty, but I don't want to try a briolette without chain-link pliers to straighten the wire and mine will arrive next week sometime, which means I've about exhausted the possibilities for the moment, unless I want to do just smoke-gray pearls or just silver-gray or combinations of the above.
BUT STILL. MY SHOP, IT LIVES.
Yeah, the basement lighting's crap. That's ninety pearls each in smoke gray and light gray, plus a couple dozen earring hooks, over a hundred eye pins, six meters of wire, wire cutters, round-nose pliers, and files. So if Dad can find chain-nose pliers (don't know why he wouldn't have them, he has every other tool known to humanity except the thing to print circuit boards that he keeps saying he wants his workplace to get), that picture is of the embryonic stage of lots of earrings.
(The Pride stuff is gonna wait till I know I have the hang of this.)
(I'm actually doing this aren't I *freaks*)
Fascinating fact I'm discovering. I know there are no gods. I know it the way I know matter does funny things when accelerated to near light speed. But what's been going through my mind since it clicked that I am seriously doing this? "Oh God oh God oh God". It's bizarre and I don't like it and I want it to go away.
On the bright side, the weird new thing and a slightly elevated heart rate are the only freakout symptoms I'm experiencing, and the akathisia went away when I stopped the Abilify and hasn't come back except for an hour or so this afternoon after I started the Abilify again after three days without akathisia. So I guess I'm liking the Abilify.