Regarding time, my grandmother used to say the older you get, the faster it goes. Mom once told me that Great-Grandma Hattie had said the same thing to her when she was a child. I've already shared this little nugget with Alden and Amy. It's an important bit of wisdom that translates into use your time wisely. Because, hoo boy. Time flies right along. This blog is an example. Despite the posting date up there, this post wasn't published until today (May 26).
The Five-Year-Box update - there are no more five-year-boxes. I think we have unpacked them all. Now the trick is finding which of the unpacked boxes contains the S&H green stamps, the WWII ration books, the costume jewelry. I didn't start making lists of contents until the last few boxes. Alas.
My Etsy shop is up and running (thank you, Five-Year-Boxes.) I sold eleven things in the first week and a half, which took me by surprise. I spent a lot of time in the Seller's Forums before launching My Grandmother's Estate, and there were many posts along the line of "I've had a shop for three months and still no sales. Help!" Since my shop was new, I was prepared to hang out for awhile, not necessarily selling anything. I thought I'd have time to get lots of things photographed and properly written up. Har. I went 'live' on May 5. I had a sale within 24 hours. I even sold something to someone from Australia.
The hardest thing about getting started? Epic unpreparedness for the details of shipping. I had the boxes and the bubble wrap, but I hadn't really thought about the weight of a butter pat or a crocheted doily. I mean, honestly, how much could 15 vintage photographs weigh? (Answer: 56 cents' worth more than I thought they could.) And I had neglected to consider the weight of the packaging. I was in the middle of trying to figure out the actual shipping cost for 12 thimbles (to Australia) when Ken mentioned that he'd seen a postage scale among the contents of a five-year-box. My hero! It's about 120 years old and it works beautifully. (The scale belonged to my great-great-grandfather Rion, who was the first postmaster in the Lost Prairie district in Oregon.)
I went to the USPS website where, according to Etsy forums, it would be easy to buy and print my postage and shipping labels. It looked wonderful but one must download the free software from USPS and behold! It doesn't work on a Mac. Hahahaha.
So. I will get to know my local Post Office folk really well.
I like having an Etsy shop, now that the first wild flurry is past. I've learned how to photograph small stuff. It's really fun to write item descriptions. Shoppers who have come to browse 'heart' my shop. They don't necessarily buy anything but they'll be back to visit once in awhile and maybe they'll see something then that they can't resist. I have well over 150 things to add to My Grandmother's Estate. I'll be busy for the next few weeks.
Overheard on Twitter: Our driver to the airport used to be an interrogator for the U.S. Army. Now she's a librarian.
Next time: Folklife Festival debrief. Stay tuned.