that's why they call it a manual

This is only one of the HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS

of photos I'm taking of my work.

Thank goodness for diet Crack.

I am making some changes to my website.

It's not that it wasn't getting any traffic. Well, I actually didn't know how much traffic it got. It's not that it wasn't beneficial for selling work. I sold some. It's not that it wasn't good looking. It's pretty nice looking.

It's that I wasn't riding the Etsy wave. In fact, I told artists all the time, "You should be on Etsy. Etsy is fantastic. You can get lost in Etsy for hours and hours and hours. You can spend LOTS of money on Etsy."

But, I wasn't on Etsy. Oh, yah, sure. I've had an Etsy account for years, and I've bought dozens of things there ... accessories and gifts and some cute catnip toys. I regularly see things pertaining to beer, then e-mail them to sozzled. But my own craft? Not Selling through my own website.

I'd been thinking about this for a while, and so last week I had lunch with my webmaster and his partner, and we discussed making a change. I've made a bit of a change with duct tape, a dryer sheet, and two small safety pins. My web guy is going to make some more "technical" changes with html code and magic fairy dust made from my little pony hooves.

The other thing I've been sucking time out of the universe doing is taking new photos. NEW photos. Of all my work. ALL my work. Well, part of my work right now, because, holy cripes I have some serious inventory (it is Farmer's Market Season). For now, I have three pieces on my Etsy site. Don't judge me. I. Am. Still. Learning.

Tomorrow there will be more. And then the next day more, and so on and so on until I'm part of the Etsy tribe. Wish me luck.