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=wholesa
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?