
I still haven't written that entry. It's been sitting as a draft for two days now because there were a lot more bizarre search phrases than I thought, and it became a daunting task. So, like anything that seems like a lot of work, I am avoiding it.
Actually I've been neck-deep in new internet bullshit. See, I wanted to start a real ecommerce site for my crafts (not that how-lovely hasn't served me well, but I'd like to not have to make individual paypal entries for EVERYTHING I sell)...and because I am both stubborn and cheap, and also enjoy the satisfaction of doing something all on my own, I decided to teach myself how.
Well! I should have just written the damn entry because this has been a lot of headaches. I never knew anything about php before, and I hadn't used ftp in years...it's a lot of trial and error, which is frustrating. But I have a basic site ready! Now I get to make all the jewelry (and sewing, and screenprinting, and painting) projects I've been waiting on, because there wasn't a good way to list them.
I have to say, it gives me a great feeling to do something I didn't think I could do before.
When the shop is ready to go, I'll make sure to post a link.
I'll still need to (eventually) hire someone to design graphics (unless I teach myself a lot more about Photoshop, Dreamweaver, and Style Sheets...which is entirely possible!) and put together the "pretty" site I long for. So if you are available for this kind of work, or know someone else who is, please drop me a line.
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