Thus far, my WtF sale has been very well recieved, and I’m very proud. It’s not making loads of money, but I’m making a modest profit on things so I’m doing well with it. As long as it’s bringing in more money than it costs, I’m doing good, and so far I’m doing great. I keep my shipping costs down by reusing packing suuplies when I can, just got a good coupon for a office supply and got twenty bubble mailers for two dollars out of pocket, so that’s not a concern really. The listing fees and transaction chareges are quite modest, not much out of my pocket, so I can’t complain. Overall, it’s a good hobby thus far.

I’m also celebrating selling my first few articles to an online writing buyer, I’ve not made a boatload of cash, but I did get paid for what I know, and I know lots of odd little things so it’s a good thing I found that place. Thus far I’ve written a bit about my darling little iguana baby Bob and the care and feeding of her species, a bit about etsy and a piece about picking out nice oranges. It’s not hard to write a good piece for me, I’ve been writing for pay for years now, just now it finally has MY name on it. Ahh, finally being an honest writer is much nicer than being a ghost writer of academic works and ’study aides’ as I used to call them, papers really, but if I claimed it was a study guide I could pretend it wasn’t plagerism. Once it left my hands, it was no longer my concern, which is why I sign over the rights to most of my work, it gets me a few more cents and if I need something like it in the future, I’ll just write another one, no big thing.

As the bell tolls in the kookoo clock, I know that’s going to get really annoying really quickly. Whatever, it’s not that long, I can block out most anything if I really want to. In a couple months I’ll have a sweet neww place completely without any beige at all and it’ll be just fabulous.

Green Mountain: Wee Woolies is an awesome seller- she’s even sending another work pad to replace the one the postal system ate! The fiber assortment in the needle felting kit was just amazing, great colors, and a good mix of them. I’m thrilled with my purchase, and will no doubt be hitting the shop up for more wool. I just want to poke the fluff into cute little things forever- forget shopping or cleaning, that can wait, I’ve got fibers aching to become things just sitting right there- I’m so deeply in love with needle felting.

If you’ve not seen, needle felting involves taking a puff of wool and stabbing it repeatedly with a barbed needle made just for this purpose and working the wool into a felted, matted snarl of cuteness. I even felting some yarn designs into a piece I’d felted into a coin shape- I think it’ll make a neat-o-keen pendant for someone, made two of the bases thus far, need to do more decorative work to make them really awesome. But, to my dismay, chores come first- there’s stuff to do that doesn’t involve repeated stabbing wool, and I have to do those things first- then I get my pokey treats.

I also made a new rule for my shop- for every twenty items I sell, I can get a treat. That way, I actually put money towards real-world type stuff first, but in selling my collected treasures and things I’ve put hours of love and attention into making I don’t lose out on my need to hoard things. I admit it, I’ve got issues with stuff and the need to have stuff and to get that stuff as close to free as I can, but it’s okay, I’m sending out more than I’m bringing in- finally! So, that deserves my wooly fun treat.

Aren’t you fabulously darling! Ok cutie, get a glass, pour it about halfway full of pucker. Yes, just a little bit more, there ya go. Now we pour in a little lemonade, about the other half of the glass, give it a swirl with your favorite swizzle stick- those things are just the bee’s knees, aren’t they? And now you take a sip of my wonderously simple delightfully wicked new beverage. What should we call it? The Pouty Princess comes to mind, because it could easily be prissed up with an umbrella, or an ice cube. Whatever, that’s just how we roll in these parts.

Ok, either we dance, or we go home, so let’s shake it my babies