It's funny how the proverbial (or actual) flood brings with its waters insight and rebirth. Such was the case when our basement flooded last weekend AND I got an email from A Classic Girl letting me know that Etsy had been featured on the Martha Stewart show. As many of you know, I've been storing hundreds of items in various locations for 2+ years in the hope of launching an online store. Whether because of programming deficiency, lack of time, or just plain procrastination, "the store" sat dejectedly in Vinny's trunk, then The Prof's study, and now, our basement.
Not anymore! The Prof and I carried everything upstairs into our dining room, and for the past five days I've been burning the midnight oil photographing, measuring, and describing the many treasures. Since apparently Etsy is the next Google, the time seems ripe to send some of these goodies off to new homes as Martha Stewart mention=mad site traffic. Admittedly, selling on Etsy is not as great, in terms of look and feel, as having my own Wundercabinet url and store design. Also, PayPal is a slight pain in the arse and I hate paying commissions on sales to both sites. However, until I can get my sh*t together (or just in case I never do, heh,) at least the goods are out in public doman.
(He must love me...below, our kitchen, overrun by items waiting to be listed)
(Below, some mint condition Russell Wright Residential melamine dinnerware, finally ready for its moment in the sun -- literally! I think these pieces would be great for Spring/Summer picnic or patio dining.)
In another explanation as to why I've been repeatedly MIA, my pregnant co-worker and dear friend Jackie had her baby about a month ago (Hi Bridget!) and so my workload at the office has increased significantly. I come in earlier, sometimes work later, and have less time to take lunch. As such, output here at Blogorelli Corp. has suffered, and I do apologize. Once I make it through today (Friday) and get all the remaining items up on Etsy this weekend, I anticipate a comeback. Thanks for sticking around and checking on me in the meantime.
And now, a funny story.
As I mentioned, I've been up pretty late consecutive nights working on inventory. That, combined with the early mornings at the office and just general stress, have made me a bit squirrelly. Which might explain why this site seems like the best thing that I can imagine in the whole universe. Prove me wrong and find something better than "the world's most photographed squirrel," who lives in Boca Raton, has a "small, lime-green parrot named Rio" as a companion, and "loves to dress up, and has over 2,000 outfits with matching hats and accessories....and has her own, posh studio with an elaborate stage and thousands of stage props, and has posed for over 5,000 photos since her modeling career began."
Come on, now!
I sold a few items this week, one of which was a metal squirrel nutcracker, and was packaging everything up to ship out. I bubblewrapped the squirrel and put him in a cute gift bag from IKEA. Being completely metal, the nutcracker's weight caused the bag to sag a bit. See below:
(Bag o' squirrel)
It was almost midnight when I went to check on The Prof, who was working at his computer in the study. I bounded in, tired and crazed look in my eyes, held up the bag in my hand and said, "Look!"
He looked up and replied, "What's in there?"
I said, "The SQUIRREL!" (Well, I was excited about selling the nutcracker because it was my first sale since I started putting items up on the Etsy store again, and so maybe I was a little too emphatic in my reply.)
He paled. Then, "What...squirrel?!?"
I looked back quizzically and replied, "The squirrel nutcracker."
He exhaled. "Whew, ok. I don't know, maybe you had a live squirrel in there and..."
I realized that The Prof thought we had a Sugar Bush Squirrel-gone-wrong scenario on our hands. Yikes. It's not as though I'm an amateur who doesn't know how to dress animals in outfits! Besides, where does one find a squirrel at midnight EST? No really, someone clue me in.
However, there are no clothed rodents -- alive or dead -- in our apartment (that I know about, anyway) and it's definitely time for the weekend. See you on Monday, Inter-net.
T G I F !