What started all of this was the decision made several months ago to start selling personal items on the internet. A friend and colleague had told me about Etsy, the online marketplace for all things handmade and vintage. Since I love to shop via the internet, I had no qualms at all about checking out this new website.
Wow. It knocked my "once I was an art major" socks right off. What a fabulous gathering of talented people worldwide. Then I had the idea this would be a wonderful venue to start selling personal and family items in order to downsize myself, truing believing at some point in time there will a retirement awaiting me. So, I signed myself up as "mymothershouse" and started buying things instead of settling down to the task at hand.
You need to understand my mother's house. It is like a museum, full of family pieces and furniture that no one else said they wanted. Our younger relatives do not share the enthusiasm, taste or desire to own much of what my sister and I call family heirlooms. Plus everyone has scattered to various geographical locations, now their own head of household. So my two schnauzer males, Rocky & Rollie and I share a nice size ranch with furniture, collectibles, junque and junk. Did I mention I was also a collector and my mother was a pack rat? So this is not some whim but a major undertaking.
Now you have to understand me a little. I am a firm believer of doing homework before venturing off into some strange new horizon. So for several months, I have bought many Etsy items; read blogs; participated in forums; built treasuries and tried keeping up with the overabundance of self-help advice given to the Etsy community. It is, to say the least, overwhelming. By this time, my feet start to get cold from fear.
And Etsy administration keeps changing things around in order to approve their website, functions and tools. This is great unless you are a slow reader like I am. So to ring in the New Year with vim and vigor, I told myself I had to merely go ahead and take the plunge.
No one had warned me of the technological path I would also have to learn. Product photos must be clear & excellent so I bought a photo editing CD for Christmas. Last night I opened the package then put it back. Everyone promotes their shops via Facebook and Twitter but I have yet to face off or tweet. And today I decided I needed to start a blog so here I am. Thank you Google for making that rather simple for me.
So this will be my journal to see if age does make a difference in all things technical. It does not scare me per se but it can most definitely frustrate me. We'll see how it goes and what I may learn. Who knows, maybe I will get somewhere down the road.
Until next time, this is my mother's house.
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