A little over two months ago, I tarted writing this blog. It began as a chronicle of home improvement projects around our house and evolved into a journal about those endeavors with the addition of craft ideas I wanted to try, things I learned along the way, and the little stories I tell when I want to lighten the mood with a little laughter at my own expense. At some point, I let all of the “you could sell these!” go to my head and I started making items to list on ETSY. The work it takes to make product, advertise it, develop a following and even START selling is intense. Once you have put that investment in, it is incredibly disheartening to have to deal with those buyers who contact you with criticism and skepticism about your prices, your shipping cost, your workmanship. In an attempt to expand my circle of buyers, I started participating in craft fairs. These are local, so I have the opportunity to meet some amazing, interesting, creative types, and also to put my projects up for the world to see. Again, this leaves you vulnerable to the grumpy masses who are spoiled by Wal-Mart, Amazon.com, and the rest of the bargain basement retail deals that can be made on items mass produced by workers who have to beg for a livable wage. I’ll admit, I am one of those at times, but I am trying to adjust my perspective.
Through all of this, I never stopped having fun. Matt and I have talked, many times, about the concern that at some point it might stop being fun and that would ruin crafting in general for me. I don’t imagine that could ever happen (though it would be fantastic for us, financially, if it could. Goodbye JoAnn’s credit card bills). I have, however, done a lot of thinking while sitting creating different lovely items I would much rather give away to a friend or family member who would love and appreciate them than sell them for a fraction of what I think my time is worth to someone who may or may not complain about it in the end, anyway. Not to mention that people who are really successful in the ETSY and craft fair worlds make one thing and make it well. I enjoy making lots of different things and experimenting, I am far too ADD to settle down with one product (besides, I would have to break up with Pinterest and that’s just one website, I can’t bear to part with).
So as I was winding a ball of yarn around a wreath form thinking about how long it has taken me to cover that bleepity-bleeping thing I made a decision: I will make the things I want to make for fun. I will still photograph them and list them on ETSY for the price I think they’re worth and if someone agrees with me and decides to pay that amount, I will know the item I’m making is going to an appreciative home. In the mean time, I will focus on what I love: crafting, building, writing, teaching. I will appreciate the time I get to spend with my family (two-thirds of my maternity leave are gone- WHAT?!?!), and I will continue to have fun.
Now, you might be asking yourself why I would put this on my blog. A little something about me: I am a rampant committment-phobe. It stems from a fear of failure. I understand this is not a flaw exclusive to me, but it is (as far as I can recall) the first time I have ever acknowledged it aloud, let alone in writing, online, for the world to read. Once I put something out there, like an idea of something I would like to try (say, writing a blog) I run the risk of being held to that and having to answer people when they say, “How’s the blog going?” Over the past two plus months, people would ask “What are you trying to do with Thoroughly Modern Mommy?” to which I would answer a non-committal something to the effect of, “I don’t know. I’m just playing around, throwing things against the wall to see if anything sticks.” Unfortunately, all I am doing when I answer this way is undercutting myself and my endeavors. I am, however, protecting myself from failure. If things don’t work out, I can pretend I was not really invested in the project and brush it off. When I give this any serious thought, my reaction is: lame
Lame
LAME
LAMMMMMEEEEEEEEE
Life takes risk. Growing as an individual, making major strides, requires one to stick their neck out. Failure, though disappointing, embarrassing, and frustrating, is a way to learn (if one is open to the lessons available). So here I am, two months into this experiment with a manifesto, a mission statement, if you will.
I plan to continue exploring the blogosphere and finding creative projects and ideas. I plan to share my adventures with anyone who cares to read this blog. I will share my love for crafts, building (ok, that’s a love-hate, but you get the idea), and gardening in an honest, straight-forward way and hope to build a readership that appreciates what I do and enjoys sharing these ideas and activities with me. I will do all of this with glee, without regret, and if I ever cease to enjoy my activities, I will stop. Building anything, even a blog, is work, but it should be fun. Especially if I am doing it in my spare time.
Thus spake Zarathustra. I appreciate you all bearing witness to my musings and hope you will all hold me accountable to my mission. I can not say I no longer fear failure, but I can honestly hope to be open to any lessons that come my way in either success or the alternative. Wish me luck.