Molded by Me

So I have been making my polymer clay miniatures inspired of course by Doctor Who for quite awhile now. In the process I  managed to make quite a few pen email pals along the way from all over the world!  My little miniatures have found homes in 9 different states in the US and 1 in Australia!

But, last week I lost my way. Let me start at the beginning.

I started making my miniatures for me, then was encouraged to share them on Etsy for other Whovians to enjoy. During this time I was a giddy girl, loving the idea that other Whovians liked my work and liked it enough to purchase them for their very own.  I keep a little map and pin where my creations land, seeing pins going up all over the US is just so awesome to me. I make these creations for the pure enjoyment of it and my pure obsession with Doctor Who. The $$ made was just enough to cover listing fees, shipment, packaging, polymer clay, and a portion of my time. I am not a corporation or deluded enough to think selling miniatures will make me a millionaire. I just wanted to share my creations with others. Period. 

Then last week happened. Was I mentally taken over by aliens? Was I “The Flesh”? Did Donald Trump enter my mind and take it hostage? No idea but for some reason  I lost the purpose for my creations and selling them on Etsy.

I raised my prices! Why? Because for a moment I forgot the point of MY Etsy shop. Yes, there are some great crafters out there who make a living with their craft, that’s not me, that’s not my purpose. Is there anything wrong with making some $$ from your craft, a big hell no, but again not my purpose.

I woke up this morning, visited my shop on Etsy took one look at my selling price and said WTF did I do that for! The haze has lifted. I immediately credited all customers who paid the price increase, changed listing prices back and my Whovian conscience is now clear.

Back to the purpose, the reason I do what I do. Create and sell polymer miniatures inspired by what I love for no other reason then to share them with others. The day job still awaits, I am not going to get rich, Donald Trump has left the building.