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Sep 23 2014

So many things in my head.

For starters, I’ve taken up those domed cabochons that seem so popular with the kids these days. It’s a tight market, and it’s a time consuming and labor intensive process, so I don’t know how that’s going to go; we’ll have to wait and see. I did about 8 pairs of earrings (well, 9, but I’m wearing one now. Purely for testing reasons! Just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t make me itchy! It had nothing to do with the fact that they were really, really pretty, honest! And they have already gotten the attention of my co-workers without my having to go “Lookit Lookit what I did,” so that bodes well, anyway. And of course, because I’ve worn them, I couldn’t possibly sell them, because that would be icky. Oh well!), and when I saw the prices that similar earrings were going for, I was really disheartened; the amount of time and effort to make them way outstripped what people are getting for them. I was figuring I might have to sell them as a set with a matching necklace, or include matching earring jackets as part of the item (which I may still do, we’ll see). But I have a secret weapon called allergies that may very well allow me to charge more for them, even without that, so that works out.
I also had it in my head I was going to take up metal stamping, but then I couldn’t find my stamps that I bought years ago, and new stamps cost a mint. Then I found them, so that point is moot. Still, I may have found another way, that will be less noisy and make the cats less miserable: StazOn ink. Don’t know much about it, so this is going to be a learning experience. That said, the pair of earrings I have that, without question, get the most comments, are the ones I made out of copper washers and colored with alcohol ink. Going to try to take that theory and run with it, maybe with some soldering or riveting, coupled with this other idea for sort of motivational/inspirational jewelry that’s been puttering inside my brain for ages. Nothing hokey, though. Well, not VERY hokey. Hokey in my own special, obnoxious, pessimistic optimist kind of way. Y’know, life sucks today, but there’s always a 50% chance tomorrow will be better. OK, so it wasn’t yesterday. Or the day before that. Still – you never know. TOMORROW COULD BE THE DAY.
Hey, man. I enter the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes. Every. Single. Day.
Why?
Because tomorrow could be better.
Also, it’s free. Because the Powerball/Mega Millions jackpot has that same sense of possibility and hope, except it costs money, and I don’t have any.