It now takes me 20 minutes to even remember how to access my own blog. I’m too busy scouring the want ads for corporate muck to slosh around in for 8-9 hours a day.
I still haunt the places that used to yield the vintage items that people seemed to want. Then my garage got so full that I had a major dumpster moment. I’m about to have another one.
Etsy, you were just like a romantic relationship that started out with such happy times and degenerated when the truth came out. I will miss you, kind of. You were a lot of work…fun…time consuming…a gamble…but in the end, the wrong partner for me.
I’m not bitter, I just wish we’d had that great trip to Aruba before we broke up 🙂