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So

The other day I made an inny and an outy.

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Which I’m thinking of making more of in different designs.

I keep toying with the idea of selling wholesale, but can’t quite get my head around it.

Do I really want to make the same stuff over again, or do I just want to make my one of a kind jewelry pieces?

I could do both.

I could sell my one of a kind jewelry pieces at wholesale, but how much can I push the price I want for them when I have to sell them at fifty percent of the retail price?

That’s the bit I can’t figure out. They take me a long while and I don’t just want to give them away.

So it boils down to what am I worth, and can I stand firm to that?

That’s pretty hard for me.

I’m thinking something is in the air though if I want to save the world.

Selling a piece here and there isn’t going to eradicate world poverty now is it!

I’m also dithering on a website.

My life, I tell you.

Here’s another piece of amethyst.

The stone is gradually winning its way back into favour.

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Amethyst Slice and Chrysoprase

And a bracelet.

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Green Opals, Emeralds and Thai Silver

I think I might make another bracelet today.

Maybe.

The prudent man is still waiting.

So the boy woke me up at four last night with a bum call.

Actually I woke up all on my own, but happened to check my phone and saw that there had been a call from him an hour before.

With a no voice voice message which sounded like windshield wipers going in the pouring rain in that, I’ve had a bad accident and am upside down in a ditch, way.

No screaming though which was a bit of a relief.

Of course I knew he was O.K., but he had mentioned going to a bar last evening, and, mum that I am, I just knew he was in hospital or something horrible and he needed me. But then why would the message stop at three seconds? Surely he would have said something, like ouch. So maybe he wasn’t in an accident, but was being attacked and tried to call home but had his phone ripped from his hands and stomped on by the bad guy which had effectively ended the call at three seconds …

Could happen.

But I knew he was o.k. and that it was just a bum call, but …

So I got up, had some juice, and worried some more until I decided that, yes he was twenty one but that didn’t mean he could bum call me at three o’clock in the morning and not expect me to have to text him and asked him if he’d bum called me so that I could go back to sleep again?

Right?

Amazingly he replied almost immediately. He had bummed me, and he had also taken some sixty pocket photographs.

Still couldn’t go back to sleep though.

Update on the strange, what are you really doing here, painting.

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And I’m off.

Talk to you later.


Just so you know.

It’s 46 ¡™£¢∞§¶•••ªªƒ©˙∆˚

(O.K. that’s me trying to find the degree sign. No worries, I think I got it).

It’s 46˚ out there today.

Very nice. I feel as though I can breathe.

Although Wally has decided that he’s better off under the bed clothes.

Either that or he’s hiding from the wicked step cat who’s here for the weekend.

Here she is in her exorcist pose.

Freaky cat.

A few things going on right now.

First I found these.

Which I’m really excited about.

You can read about my poached egg trauma here and here.

But, be warned, it includes the word, snot.

I haven’t tried them out yet but today might just be the day.

 And although I did say there were a few things going on at the moment, I think I lied as I can’t seem to come up with anything else.

I did find this, however,

in the cupboard, which has encouraged me to try a few more.

I’m still reading up on selling my jewelry wholesale, but haven’t got that far with it yet because it involves going out and talking to people. I didn’t know I was such a chicken.

O.K. maybe I did.

I have been listing a few more things on Etsy.

(I didn’t write that Danielle ;) did I ever mention I was a slow learner?).

And today?

I’m thinking of getting out my PMC and making some charms. Only the stuff makes me really frustrated as all I seem to do is get hundreds of dollars of sticky silver on my fingers which is really annoying and no good for my blood pressure.

Maybe I should experiment with the copper clay first just to get a grip on things.

This is one of my first attempts before I put the stuff away in disgust.

Not very inspiring.

But, other people can do it, so I’m determined I can. Not that I’m stubborn or anything.

Or, I might paint.

Let’s just hope the poached egg situation doesn’t put a damper on the whole day.

I will report back …


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