Our story begins with a girl named calamity as she heads for the checkout after finding everything she was looking for at the local Publix. She has just come from seeing the new Jane Eyre movie which has left her filled with an air of tragic romance. Thank goodness she is almost done with her day, and can just imagine laying on the couch in her jammies, eating quiche and slices of deliciously ripe tomatoes. She places her items on the conveyer and glances at the cashier who is staring at her intently.
The conversation starts with the cashier saying: "You've got a bug on you!".
"Yes," says Calamity, "I do."
Without hesitation the cashier asks: "Is that a locust?"
"No, she replies, "It's a Cicada."
"Well, I have never seen anything like that before- locust or cicada! May I ask where you bought that?"
Calamity shrugs and says: "Sure, I bought it on Etsy."
"Etsy! What is that?"
"It's like eBay, except for artists. If you make stuff you can list it there and people can buy it."
"What does it mean? Etsy?"
"I don't think it means anything- what does eBay mean?"
At this point the cashier stops scanning items and even though there are 4 people in line after the woman with the fascinating love of insects, she leans toward her like they were in a cafe having a cup of joe with all the time in the world stretching out before them, and says: " Tell me more about this Etsy!"
Well, you need to know that the lady called calamity had just about reached the end of her patience. In fact the bucket that is filled to the brim each morning with the shining happy promise of hope and patience has about a teaspoon left and that has to see her through the drive home and jammie time!
With a glance at the bag boy who is rolling his eyes and dying of enui and a nod to the 4 people in line she begins to explain that Etsy is for artist's and it's an online community and place to sell their work. She holds up her bag and says: "I spun this yarn, then knitted it and then lined it. If I wanted to sell it someplace other than a store I would list it on Etsy. It's easy, you just use a digital photograph and write the listing, set your price and it's cheep too."
Checking the cashiers face for further confusion, our Calamity says "Google it!" The cashier says: "Yes! I will! I am an artist and I make things and I was thinking the other day that if I could make things really fast then I could probably, well, maybe, sell them someplace." "Thank you, thank you so much for telling me about this Etsy! You've changed my life!"
A better person might have explained about the Surface Design Guild and how she is the President and that they meet the second Tuesday of each month at the Waldemere St Fire station at 6pm but she was tired. Too tired to say it. Too in need of quiche and slices of red, beautiful ripe tomatoes to explain all that to this chick who wouldn't understand anyway. Too filled with lingering vestiges of English countrysides with lonely despair filled moments building cobwebs of sadness and tales of woe from Jane Eyre. Too unbelieving that there is anyone left on this planet who doesn't know about Etsy.
Is that really possible?
Do I live in some sort of artist filled bubble where people make stuff and sell it and that's what they do? Probably.
On the drive home I think about making a new line of jewelry with calamities like train wrecks, swarms of locusts, tornadoes and zombie attacks. Why didn't I think of this before? It's sooo appropriate for me- walking mess that I am! That'll teach me to wear my beloved cicada pin in publix, er, public!
People are stupid, aren't they? Like, if they never heard of it then you must be making it up! Why are they afraid of what they don't understand? Why don't they read a book or do some research before they stamp it with their negativity and deem it inappropriate! I haven't gone on a rant here in a very long time, but I just have to say this: jewelry with insects is not scary! Do some research into scarabs or art deco period and maybe you'll see that spiders, dragonflies, bees and cicadas have been around for quite some time. It's not creepy- it's nature! I collect spider pins because I spin- get it? spinning yarn...oh, and I'm a witch, too, of course! Please! Sometimes, I just want to go live on a deserted island where I don't have to talk to anyone or explain to the cretens about weird things like cicada jewelry and why it's so awesome.
Thank goodness it's Friday and I don't have to get any groceries tonight!
Have a very nice and happy shiny day!