My Poster Sketch was pretty dusty since I hadn’t used it in over a month. Yesterday I was determined to catch myself a treasury, and as luck would have it, both T-Main and T-West opened at the same time. I couldn’t miss one even if I tried.
In the mini heat wave we’re going through right now, all I could think of was cooler weather. I never used to be an Autumn person, but then I grew up. I used to think that it was perfect to lay on the beach scantily clad frying, but now all I think about is skin cancer. Or my skin shriveling. Or dying of dehydration.
So Autumn, I welcome very enthusiastically. My treasury proves it.
This was the first treasury I made from home, Cyprus, and perhaps I wouldn’t have been as inspired otherwise. My mom was trying to get through the Etsy lingo as I explained what each button and purpose was, and in my secret exasperation (why doesn’t she just know this stuff?) I failed to notice the good luck she was sprinkling all over the place.
Well, check this out:
Oh yeah. Total surprise! I was so thrilled my 5-minute Internet browse turned into a little more than that.
So mom, thanks. Autumn, hurry up!
Enjoy your Sunday. I’ll be painting the wall of my teaching room and don’t worry, I’ll share some before and after photos!
As Europe rushes to the polls to cast a vote in the throes of the European election fever, I’m snuggly seated in my little bead corner, creating like there’s no tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong — I’m not politically indifferent at all; I just happen to be out of my home country for these elections.
And between us, maybe that’s a good thing, because leaving the house has now become a rather impossible task — to the point where people are asking my boyfriend if I’m under house arrest.
I am not. It’s all voluntary and here’s why:
In bead heaven!
That’s right! My good friend, the mailman, delivered once again! I finally got new beads of all colors and I’m back to creating new things! I’ve posted some new items in my shop, so check them out! Who knew that inspiration itself could be so carefully parceled in bubble-wrap?
In fact, one of the new earrings I made has been featured in a treasury!
Spot the banana in the treasury!
In fact, I serendipitously logged into treasury at the right time and got a chance to make my own treasury.
Birds of a feather, flock together
Yes, I’m gradually becoming all the more addicted to Etsy, much to the general concern of my boyfriend who claims he’s also an Etsy widower. I knew I should have never forwarded that article.
As for this voting weekend, my vote has been cast. I vote for beads! How about you?
I knew being an obsessive Internet user would pay off one way or another. Here I was, after I had just finished watching a documentary everyone should see (thanks to Lou!) and without second thought opened my iBook and multiple tabs to check what was going on in the cyber world.
I saw past my boyfriend’s momentary ridicule of the speed in which I typed in addresses and refreshed pages. I didn’t care at all in fact, because just when I thought to check the treasury page, I realized it was on 333 lists. Only two minutes remained until the treasury list opened its tiny door and I desperately wanted to get my foot in the door!
NOTE to the average, not Etsy compulsive reader (Etsyians skip this paragraph): The treasury is basically compiled of various lists featuring 12 items, which are created by users. These lists expire after a day or two and this is more likely to give a chance to more people to create a list of things they like within a theme or color scheme. It is very difficult to catch a treasury because in order to do so, there should be less than 333 lists to allow for new ones. The lists often go up to 700+ so there’s general havoc and constant refreshing if you are set on having one.
So there was I, out of sheer luck, on the treasury page that announced the number of lists at 333. Reaction? Paralysis. Excitement. Paralysis. My boyfriend, who has been clued in to every Etsy aspect (largely due to my inability to shut up about it), was as excited as me — if not more. While I tried to focus on getting my fingers set, wondering if I should hit refresh or if the page would do so automatically, I had the added stress of him panicking in my ears, fretting over where the space to register would appear. I told him my assumption, but he repeated this worry three times at least, which then started to get me worried for no reason.
And then, I got my foot in the door. And here’s what I made of it:
All that jazz
My first treasury. Even my boyfriend couldn’t help but smile before going about his equally maniac routine of hitting the refresh button on his tabs.