Tuesday, June 28, 2011

More dresses and a question





Sorry if the pictures are all wonky. I still can't get blogger figured out. I am an original Typepad user. Blogger is all kinds of wacko to me, so bear with me. (As apposed to bare with me. That would be wrong.) 

I am loving these reversible dresses. They are fun and easy to make, plus the fabric options are endless. Fabric shopping makes me very, very happy. I just ordered a pattern for one of those ruffled looking tiered skirts. That should be tons of fun. Plus the pattern is for girls's sizes 2t-12. Yay! More fabric shopping. JoAnn's and Fabric.com love me long time.

Okay. Question. Etsy (www.etsy.com) or Big Cartel (www.bigcartel.com)?  I'm somewhat established on Etsy, but Etsy is beyond over packed with artists, making it very overwhelming to shoppers. Big Cartel is not as large. It charges per month - a flat fee and you can pick the level you want to pay. That is all they take. They do not take a percentage of anything people buy from your shop. Where Etsy charges $.20 per item to list and then takes a very small percentage of the items you sell. Big Cartel also has a more personalized look to each shop. On the flip side, Big Cartel is not nearly as widely known yet and most people still go to Etsy when trying to find a handmade item. Decisions, decisions! Your thoughts?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Projects? What are those?

Funny, I set up a blog about my projects and things I create for my Etsy page (see linky doo app on the side there) and yet I don't show anything I've been working on. Logic, I have none. So, I thought I would share a few projects that I finished within the last week.






















An adorable felt doll I made for a friend's daughter. I really love making dolls. They are fun and the best part is when I know the children that receive them adore playing with them. It warms the cockles of my heart. Or whatever cockles are.

































I started making little girl's reversible dresses. I love them!! I can make them up to a size 6. I am trying to figure out the best way to sell these. Do I show a sample of the dress and then when a customer purchases it, they give the size of the dress? This way, every dress is made per order. This would give a 1-2 week shipping time. Or do I create the dresses and have a variety on hand in different sizes and sell them by size only for fast shipping? Thoughts? I love this dress for the simple reason that a child will get a ton of use out of it. It's two dresses in one and as the little girl grows that it will become a shirt when too short for a dress. Love it!!!! I hope to get the dresses up for sale on my Etsy site soon. If you are interested in one before I get my act together, just email me.

Smootches! (on a side note, it may be wise for me to ease up on the caffeine.......)

Friday, June 3, 2011

I just sneezed about 52 times in a row.

And I didn't tinkle my under-roos one bit.

Ya'll should be proud of me.

Excuse me, I have some kiegal exercises to do. Or however you spell kiegal. Stupid spell check doesn't know either.

Sigh.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Struggling

Did you ever have one of those moments where you realize that you're not perfect? That you can't do everything? I am right there. Having that moment.

I am not someone that knows how to ask for help. Or admit that I can't do it all myself.

But I can't do it all. And I'm completely fried. To a crisp. To the point that writing in complete sentences is more that I can handle. My high school English teachers are probably cussing at the computer screen as they read this. Not that any of them read my blog. Hypothetically speaking.

I want so bad to start my own business. To sell my art. To stay home with the kids and not have to shit out money for daycare. But I can't seem to get things in motion. (whine, whine, whine) After I work all day, take care of the kids and get them to bed, all I can manage is to sit on the couch with my thumb up my butt and drool.  And that's on a good day.

I can't get out of debt. I miss my mom so much and I feel like my kids or my husband aren't getting the best of me. (Why does the word aren't not look like it's spelled correctly?) I just want to throw in the towel and give up. (Is aren't even a real word?)

But I can't.

So what the hell do I do?

(aren't, aren't. aren't, aren't)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Zombie Clarification

I need something clarified for me. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out the answer and have gotten nowhere.

Zombies vs Mutant Zombies? What's the difference? I mean, aren't zombies considered mutants anyways? After all zombies eat human flesh and are dead to begin with. Wouldn't that make them mutant? If there is a difference between your regular-run-of-the-mill zombie and a mutant zombie, then please share. Seriously, if I were to suddenly perish and not know this answer then I would have to come an haunt you until I was answered satisfactory. And trust me, I'd be a terrible ghost to haunt you. I'm told I snore and I am a terrible grumpy bitch in the morning. Plus, as a ghost I wouldn't be able to have my beloved diet coke. It wouldn't be pretty. It would greatly behoove you to just answer my question and skip the whole haunting part. I'm only looking out for your best interest here. That's how much I love you.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Just say no


It's probably a good thing that my kids aren't teenagers yet, because I for one couldn't stomach Bieber-Mania in my house. I'd rather stab myself in the eye with ice picks then listen to his music. Or deal with his hair. 

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

An email I just sent

Hey, hey, hey it's Fat Albert!!!! No, I have no idea where that came from. Probably due to a serious lack of sleep and chocolate chip cookies. Most likely the cookie part. That and I just ate one of those Weight Watcher meals. Tuna Noodle Gratin. And just as you could expect, it tasted like ass. In fact I think ass tastes better. Although I wouldn't know because I've never tasted ass. And it's definitely not on my top ten things to do in life before I die. Tasting ass, no. Seeing George Clooney's ass in real life, yes. 

Just checking in and seeing how you are doing? Hope you are well and laughing your ass off at just how random this email is. 

Let's figured out the piano logistics soon okay?

Talk to you soon. I need to find me some cookies before I go ape shit on someone. PMS + stress = not a happy Nikki. 

Later!

Nik

(and just so you concerned people could be relieved I am in possession of cookies. Store brand chocolate chip cookies to be exact. Not bad. Not orgasm worthy. It'll do.)