How Etsy is Saving My Life

It has occurred to me that I did not tell anyone why I started posting on ETSY. For some reason, I felt that I should keep it a secret. I felt that if people knew that they would not want to buy from me, or even look at my page or acknowledge my mere existence. But now, I just don't really care. My work is an extension of my spirit. It is me. Don't accept me if that is your will. That was part of why I was hesitant to start a blog. I questioned what I was going to write about, I am truly not shallow enough to just sit here and write about beautiful prints and pretty shops and price points. I'll be damned if I was gonna sit here and draw out a how to guide for etsian.(not that I don't love them, it's just not my style, I don't have the patience.) Nor so I want to dedicate my god given gift of loquaciousness to speak inanely of macro settings and indirect sunlight. Don't' get me wrong, as you can see, there will be speak of such things, but I realized that the reason that my BLOG was empty was because it is devoid of my best asset. Its me BABY. And I could giva fuck if you don't like it.

Having said all that , I really didn't set out to join ETSY at all. Nor did I really set out to start making bags either. It is truly a matter of happenstance. ... I stumbled upon both. It is quite plausible it was divine intervention, in fact, I'm' sure of it.
I'm sleepy...to be continued.

Pictures

...have been my main focus the past few days. I'm working on them. I think that I am getting better. I am very impatiently waiting on the damn sun to come out so that I may get some natural light. Weather in Jersey has been crazy but I've gotten a few jewels.
like this first one. The Day in the Village Clutch. It is is my masterpiece of photography...lol. I love it.

I may just be a bit overconfident. I has not sold . It has 562 views and 16 heart and is homeless.
The funny thing about selling your own art ...basically selling yourself is that when people don't want it, you feel like you have been personally accosted. You put your spirit into this and its difficult when people say " I think I'll pass." Lucky for me that I was forced to have a thick skin very early. Back to this wonderful pic...lol. I am getting better. Take a look at the first time that I took a pic of this bag. (2nd pic)

I know it was hella dark, but it was a good angle.