Good morning, and congratulations on making it to the weekend. We’re here, we’re up, we’re doing the human things. From my cursory glance out our back door, it appears as though the skies have cleared out, along with much of the wildfires’ smoke. The forecast predicts the air quality will continue to suck, regardless of sunshine.
Friday was good. I did the things.
THE SHOP IS OPEN.
DO YOU WANT PANTS? BECAUSE I HAVE PANTS.
“Boho-chic comfort and eco-friendly sustainability meet unparalleled weirdness!”
– ChatGPT
I forced myself to sit down and work on the shop yesterday. There wasn’t much to do. I had five listings that would be ready to go after only minor edits. I pulled out all of the pants that I had photos of and brought up all the inactive Etsy listings. The only things that needed to be dealt with were editing the measurements for each item. Is this a difficult task? Not at all. However, I hate the “business end” of selling crafts. I like the making, not the selling. I could do without the tedious, mundane shit; I’m a fucking goddess of creation. It took me two hours.
But it’s fucking done.
Someone in a recent livestream asked me out for a curry. The best comment I’ve received lately was someone who asked, “please miss could you wear a smaller dress?”
We don’t have anything planned today. It’s a slothy weekend.
