I'm not talking about materials cost + (time spent crafting X minimum wage)
or materials cost + (time spent crafting X london living wage)
or materials cost + ((time spent crafting + time spent marketing, doing accounts, queueing at the post office and all that other crap) X minimum wage)
or materials cost + ((time spent crafting + time spent marketing, doing accounts, queueing at the post office and all that other crap) X london living wage)
although, yes, most of the population actually do think 40 hours of advanced string play is worth about £10 and a bangle that needed to be baked in 5 stages is worth £15. thanks for acknowledging that. and yes, the maths works out slightly better for micro crochet because of the cute factor.
I tried selling anyway. months of build up to 2 weekends of open house sales. 2 days of being socially "on duty" from 8am-5pm, smiling through "it's beautiful, but I'd never wear it", being the young, pretty one sent out with a pile of flyers and brand-coloured tights. 5 days that were in theory "down time" except that I live with my mother, who was also part of the open house, then back on to do the whole thing again.
I sold precisely zero.
the whole experience triggered an SPD flair up. you know how radios have volume knobs? imagine the knob was actually in your ear. now imagine all your senses have volume knobs and some little shit has turned smell & texture up FULL.
smell up full means boiling white rice smells strong enough to make you retch. imagine trying to eat anyway. taste is (relatively) unaffected, so while that rice smells too strong, it somehow still tastes too bland to be appetising, and the texture is all wrong.
it's not worth it because I don't want to live off crackers for a week. again.
(this post was brought to you by other people's ravelry rants and the BiCon lunchtime catering. I need to get better at creative problem solving for this shit, or at least get a few scripts)
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