The thing with becoming a part-time hawker-of-all-the-shit-I-make that I have a hard time doing is the self-promotion. I really hate talking up my stuff. I feel like I’m intruding. Like people get annoyed by the constant reminders of my existence. This is the precisely the reason why I have such reservations about ever pursuing a career in advertising or promotions or marketing. I don’t want to be a nuisance. Except … I totally want people to buy my shit. Conflicts, sigh.
Anyways. This is a big deal, so I better say something here. All week long I’ve offered every print in the shop for $3 less than the original price. This means 8x10s for $17, etc. That offer ends TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT. I am yelling for emphasis. Like a town crier. TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT! YOUR $3 WILL SUDDENLY NOT BUY YOU AS MUCH!
Also, I put up one last set of holiday cards: a simple holly berry card with a cordial greeting inside. I made these for my mom because she loved the picture so much, and I decided to sell an extra set. Set of 10 cards plus envelopes, $18 plus shipping. When that set’s gone, we’re done with the holiday cards. Next year I have to figure out a more cost-effective way to have those things printed and shipped to me. I don’t think I even broke even on them this year. Eeesh.
I’m going out of town this weekend, so if you want things to get to you by Christmas, you had better order them ASAP.
Eh, these are things you don’t need or want to know. I’m feeling loopy thanks to two glasses of wine on an empty stomach (being overworked is just fabulous for a gal’s figure) and the smell of this crazy craft glue I’m using on a new set of magnets.
Perhaps you need to be discussing digital print options and quantities with a Printing Professional? with contacts and options? hmmmm.