Okay, opening an etsy shop isn't as easy as it looks. The Darling Petunia shop is open, but right now, it's kind of the equivalent of a bare room with a folding table and a shoebox for the money. An avatar? A banner? Shipping to Sweden? Policies? I'm on overload.
I needed pictures for this new venture, but every time I planned on having Gerry take pictures of the aprons, it would either be too dark, too rainy, too late, or too cold. We finally got a few taken inside, but they weren't that good. I also felt like a complete dingbat "modeling" the aprons and a complete tyrant telling Gerry, "Get more of the skirt in the picture. No no no! Not just a picture of the bow! Why did you let me stand there that way? Why didn't you tell me I looked like a house?" (I'm sorry, Gerry.)
So we're at the gym yesterday and I'm struck by this thunderbolt of inspiration: There's a dressform at my mom's house! Sort of. There's a dressform all right, but it's ancient. Check this out:
The tee shirt was a must, to cover Mrs. X's bosoms which are, to put it mildly, well worn. Now, I don't know how old this thing is, but when I first laid eyes on it, it looked like it was wearing a bustle. Seriously. A wasp-waist and a well-padded rear. I managed to make some adjustments, so it more closely approxiamates a modern-day body, but the bosom is still a little wonky, and it looks like it has a mild case of scoliosis.
However, I think it will be just fine for aprons. (Especially if all my customers have curved spines and wonky boobs.) Only I think it needs a name. So let's have a contest, shall we? Submit your idea for a name, and if I pick your name, you will win this apron!
Now I have to confess, this is an apron I rejected for my shop. As it turned out, the black fabric is kind of flimsy, so I refuse to sell it. For a freebie, it's okay, but don't think this is typical of the quality of my work!