I’ve been having this renewed joy in crocheting lately.
When my shop first opened, I was delighted to make new things, and I only briefly petered in that resolve until I moved states and started crafting like a crazed person all over again. Around this May, however, I started looking at it as more of a chore than a delight, and I faltered for a bit. I think a lot of that had to do with an Etsy seller’s mentality of “sales, sales, sales.” I wasn’t getting a lot of them. Nevermind that I’m a small shop and my items are often given as gifts, making them far more in demand around Christmas. Nevermind that I wasn’t doing everything right, either–I did not have multitudes of items, my pictures were poor, my tags were not optimized. I felt sorry for myself for about 2.5 seconds, as is my nature. (I can’t abide with pity parties from anyone, including myself.)
Well, I shapened up my attitude, took new pictures, and started crocheting with a vigor, exponentially adding items to my shop. I poured through the Etsy Success team, looking for tips on how to optimize my titles and keywords, on how to make my shop look more professional. Now, after all that work, I’m back with a whole new outlook on it.
It makes me happy. Due to a day job with a stable income, I can spend a bit of extra money on supplies without a guaranteed return. Coming up with new, adorable designs that make people elicit little “cooing” sounds is delightful (and a little ego-boosting). Why shouldn’t I crochet for fun?
After the Halloweenopi, I’ve now been making a new line of Collector Teddy Bears. They’re crocheted with a lovely, soft yarn in a super-tight stitch, and they’re big, for the dolls in my shop (about fifteen or so inches tall when standing), all of which makes them SUPER DUPER huggable.
Now, I know this is a “designer” item, that not a ton of people will be looking to spend that much on a bear, but my new favorite part is that I don’t care! *Picture me throwing my hands up in the air haphazardly. I probably accidentally hit someone just there.* I know the right buyer is out there somewhere, and I don’t mind the bears hanging out on my bookshelf until that buyer comes along. Would you mind this face crashing at your place? Seriously. Come on.
My fiance and I call him “Rust Bear,” and yes, we talk to him and occasionally hug him. What heart-filled person wouldn’t? My long-winded point is I’m doing what I love, I’m making the people around me happy, and it fills me with joy. That’s what this is all about.
Are you an Etsy seller, too? Have you ever felt disheartened and needed to remind yourself you’re doing this because you love it? I’d enjoy hearing your stories, too 🙂