There weren't any minuscule hors d'œvres, nor clinking of crystal champagne glasses filled with Moët. Not one celebrity present (either of the A, B....or heaven forbid, C list category). No PR army coordinating everyones' moves using those funny devices resembling bad hearing aids. Not even a ribbon and big scissors. Just one bleary eyed, slightly neurotic and scary haired me! Yes.....that's right my friends. Last night I finally threw open the doors of my Etsy shop! Please make an orderly queue and no, flirting with the sales assistant will not get you a discount.
You would think with all this hoo ha there would be fifty items listed but rest assured the ten bits and bobs put on so far took more than their fair share of blood, sweat and tears. I know it will get easier but Whoa Nelly talk about fiddly!
Not quite sure what took me so long...perhaps the resizing of bazillions of photos, perhaps typing and retyping descriptions, perhaps measuring length and widths. Or most likely...holding my breath and taking that ever so scary but rather exhilarating first leap into an unknown world. Weeeeeeeee!!
But I'd best run...here comes my first customer. "Good evening Madam! Can I assist you with anything? What's that? Did I once work with Karl Lagerfeld ? Oh, you flatter Madam!"