Last time I talked to you about my crocheting addiction, I mentioned that I was considering opening an Etsy shop. Etsy, for those of you who don’t frequent Hobby Lobby, Michaels, or Jo-Ann’s, who don’t have burnt fingers covered with glue from a glue gun, and whose hands don’t ache from knitting, crocheting, quilting, or sewing, is an internet site from which crafters or others wanting to sell miscellaneous items (e.g. vintage jewelry, items acquired from a garage sale, etc.) can open a shop and sell their wares. (Wow. That last sentence was 68 words. I’m going to make up for my poor writing. How? Here’s what I will do. My sentences will be short. Blog brevity will prevail. At least until this paragraph is over. My sister Bec – a former English teacher – has out her red pen.)
But back to Etsy. I did, in fact, open up a shop. It is called Nanas Whimsies Shop. I didn’t accidentally leave out the possessive apostrophe. For reasons I don’t quite understand (being an Etsy neophyte), I wasn’t able to include the necessary apostrophe when I named my shop. The grammatical error will bother me for as long as the shop lives.
I opened the shop while we were in Arizona a few weeks ago visiting our winter house. While I have a number of things made, I only posted two for sale in my shop – a pretty rose, gray, and cream vintage ripple afghan and a Christmas afghan. I decided to leave the two afghans in Mesa when we returned to Denver because I figured it would take some time before I would sell anything. Weeks and weeks. Months, maybe. If ever.
Well, as it turns out, Monday evening I got an email from someone interested in the vintage ripple. Was it warm and snuggly, she asked me. I wrote her back and assured her that it was, indeed, heavy and warm, as well as big. It would cover a queen-sized bed, I explained to her.
Yesterday morning when I opened up my email, I was greeted by a cheerful message from Etsy: Congratulations! You have made your first sale.
Awesome, I thought. Except for the fact that the afghan which had just sold wasn’t even in the same STATE as I.
What to do, what to do? I actually momentarily considered booking a flight to Phoenix to get the afghan ready to mail. That, of course, would have been silly for many reasons, not the least being it would have cost me more to fly than the cost of the afghan.
But, I reminded myself, I have resources. Friends in high places. Several nieces, a sister, and a sister-in-law, all of whom live in the Phoenix area, and many of whom possess keys to my house and love me. (I also have a brother and many nephews but I didn’t want to have to explain Etsy to them. Even Bill doesn’t quite understand it, and, in fact, continually calls it ES-TY rather that ET-SY. I blame that on his dyslexia. And the fact that it’s a dumb name.)
Anyhoo, the job duty landed on my sister-in-law, Sami, who returned the telephone call first (in other words, she drew the short straw). She was familiar with what to do, and did it quickly and perfectly. I will owe her big time.
In the meantime, check out Nanas Whimsies Shop (dang, I yearn for that apostrophe) and check it out. Unfortunately, there is only one afghan posted, but there will be much more to come when my wares and my body are in the same place. Here’s a preview….