Back from erranding 1.0 - as soon as I hang the t-shirts out on the line, I’ll do erranding 2.0.
It’s cold out there and dreary and I don’t care - I’m glad to be home!! 
And back from erranding 2.0. I made a whopping $9.12 last month. Can anyone make anything even vaguely resembling real money from crafting??
It’s warmed up to 50° and there’s a nice breeze. I expect my laundry will be dry soon. Meanwhile, gonna have me a sammich!
I went to the cafe and the bank this morning. Been working on various things since then.
Moooom, according to a friend of mine, the crafter’s business model is
[ol]
[li]Make Crafts[/li][li]Sell Crafts[/li][li]Buy Supplies[/li][li]Make Crafts[/li][/ol]
I don’t think it’s supposed to generate profit. 
Afternoon all!
Mooom, crafting is how you spend money, not how you make it. I do ‘ok’ with felty magnets, but it still works out way below minimum wage, and I only manage that 'cos I have an unfair advantage when it comes to selling stuff (parents selling 'em in their shop, which is animal themed, and they aren’t marking my stuff up).
Did a bunch o’ gardenin’ today, including battling with the Mint That Could Supply A City With Mojitos and moving a tree. The tree had less roots.
Gonna have an early night tonight, ‘cos I have a shift from Hades tomorrow; irkin’ new place from 8 ay emm 'til 5 pee em, then 3 hours break, and back to irk the doors at a pub from 8 pee em til prob’ly 3 ay emm. Ugh.
Anyway, I should away to make dindin. Pasta bake I think, so I have easy leftovers for tomorrow.
You either have to invent THE product or make something different from the pack. At the Penns Colony Festival, for ages the big seller was dried flower wreaths and this “Christmas trees” basically painted on thin pieces of plywood. We used to actually pull up chairs and sit with our coffee watching what we called “the running of the wreaths” when the gate first opened. I was really a race ---- and there were actually plenty for everyone. But everyone wanted first choice.
A friend who did pottery couldn’t compete with the 8gazillion other potters out there so she went to doing redware and little tiny saltglazed pieces for doll houses. She does about what a good bank manager would in income.
Ages ago, making fishing flies paid for our house and I would call that a sort of craft.
So it can be done but fining the product is tough.
Actually, I don’t craft to make money - just to pay for my hobbies. If I make a dollar or two on a piece of pottery, that’s a lot, but for my time, it works out to maybe 50¢ an hour or less. However, the clay, the glaze, and the electricity for the kiln is paid for, so there’s that.
I look at what other potters are charging at the same store where I sell my stuff, and even knowing what is involved in working in clay, I wouldn’t pay what some of them are asking. They’re NUTS!!!
Actually, I think my clay work is quite reasonably priced 
I don’t earn a whole lot of money from crafts. I did 3 craft sales so far this year, and ignoring the price of all the materials and time, if you only consider the money I spent renting on tables - I didn’t break even at 2 of the fairs, and at the last one, I made a profit - of $2. Ah well, I like making things. 
**Nuts **- since I’m pretty sure you don’t sell anything in the little local store near me, my comment doesn’t apply to you!
But seriously, someone had these little things - about half the size of a coaster with a bit of a lip - maybe a teaspoon rest? - and they were priced at $18 each!!! :eek: And bowls, not particularly large and not ornate at all, priced at $40 or $50?? Sorry, but none of the potters are that famous…
Mooom, if I make enough to cover materials for what I sell, personal use and gifts, I consider myself lucky. You’re right in that you have to find THE item (mine is greeting cards for non Western holidays). Nobody will pay $6 each for 50 Christmas cards.
We may have considered this catapult candidatebefore, but I thought it worthy of risking shame and ridicule to point it out.
Howdy from da cave! Irk is over for the day. One more day! YAY!
I promise to go back and read today’s posts in a while. Right now I’m waitin’ upon OYKW so’s we can eat an early dindin together before he goes wanderin’ off to a meetin’ this evenin’ poor thing. Dindin is a kinda cheat. I stopped at the sto’ and bought a rotissed chikin. I shall make boxed scalloped N.O.T. (don’t judge!), peas 'n carrots and brown 'n serve rolls (again, dont judge!) to go with said rotissed chikin.
Ok, back laterz!
I’m a contractor, so I’m not employed by the company where I irk but by a third-party firm. Irk at the location I do irk at has been slow, verrrry slow, & budget issues too mean that new projects haven’t officially been funded (which is why it’s so slow.) With a job title akin to ‘Deck Chair Rearranger’, I took the opportunity to get out on my terms instead of theirs as it will mean continued income for me (which is a good thing). When I called bossman to give him notice (which I didn’t have to do as I already told the firm I irk for, but I’m not like that; I’m a stand-up guy & also don’t believe in burning bridges unnecessarily), he totally understood & was sympathetic; even said to call him again in the future as he’d like to have me back. He then said he needs to check, but he thinks I’m done today, access cutoff, no longer being paid. WTF??? I do the decent thing & give you notice before I leave instead of just coming in & handing in my equipment & you’re response is, “buh-buy, there’s the door.”?
As I find out later from my contracting firm, they will continue to pay me until when I said I’m gone, but talk about a minor heart attack!
Then I went to the gym. To get ready, I put on my gym clothes & then instead of sweats, I put on a pair of jeans fresh from the dryer. I guess because I had a pair of gym shorts on under them, they were a little snugger than normal, which means I never grabbed a belt. Take a shower & go to get dressed when I’m done & realize that the clean u-wear that I thought I threw into my bag never made it in. Yup, I’m playing army commando in beltless (& therefore, saggy) pants. :smack:
Little Big Town sings my theme song for today.
Shame!
Ridicule!
(not for pointing it, but just because you’re Flytrap! :o)
I call that bold talk for a man who forgets his underwear.
:dubious:
I was (past-tense) w/o underwear, temporarily.
To paraphrase Winston Churchill: In the morning I will have underwear & you will still be Flytrap. :eek:
Laundry is in, folded, and stowed. Supper will be mac-n-cheese because neither of us is very hungry. It’s 5, so it’s already darkening - ugh.
On the plus side, we reviewed our budget and we can continue to live indoors and have regular meals, so that’s good. My big concern is the car. We’ve had it not quite 3 years and we just passed 75K miles. Now is probably a good time to start tucking a few bucks away against its inevitable demise. So there’s that.
Guess I should feed psycho-pug.
I’ve eaten brown 'n serve rolls. Once the package was misspelled and it said “brown’s serve rolls.”
Another time I had a package of a different sort of rolls and it said the phrase “master bakers” a couple of times on the package. 
Gordie is feeling better. My bank account, not so much.
Master bakers should really make sticky buns.