Skip to main content

make money-money, make money-money.

I need to make money-money, make money-money.

1. I’m broke. I put my entire savings in my checking account to cover my bills while I was dealing with Traci’s wedding. You all know that already; it’s old news. But now I need to make money.

2. My mom has signed herself up for a community yard sale on August 8. She got a ‘booth,’ which is really just a table under a pavilion, and she’s going to sell the shit out of a bunch her stuff. She also invited me to join her.

Well, to help her, but I can also sell stuff. So I’m rounding up a bunch of shi—stuff I don’t want or need anymore. I have an entire bedroom full of stuff at my parents’ house still, plus random-ass knick-a-knacks at my new house.

Things I don’t recognize, things I don’t want, things I’ll never miss = all money I could definitely use.

3. I took some head shots of my friend Michelle yesterday for a little extra cash. I’m not going to charge her much because she’s a friend – my dad says that’ll be my biggest downfall. I befriend everyone so I’ll never charge anyone full price. Unless I start advertising, I’ll forever be taking pictures of friends or for friends or whatever, and if that’s the case, I’m going to need to start charging otherwise I’ll never make any money.

4. I’m hoping I’ll get a second chance to take maternity photos for another couple I know. I really enjoyed taking Alisha and Justin’s photos, plus – it’s always a learning experience. Collin and Shannon are due in a month or so and have inquired about me photographing their baby-bump. I sent them a link to Alisha’s album so they could see what I accomplished the first time and am giving them time to mull it over. I hope they end up wanting me to take their photos too.

5. I’ve looked into what it costs to buy mat boards in bulk, backing paper, and plastic baggies like you’d buy for storing comic books. The folks have already given me the go-ahead to start selling prints in their antique shop. People gobble up certain kinds of photography around these parts – horses, barns, landscapes. I can do all that. Until my fingers bleed. It’s just a matter of getting those photographs into the public eye.

6. Vistaprints will make free business cards – all you pay is shipping. I’ve worked up several different card styles in the past and still have yet to send one in. I might post them all on here so I can get your (re: Samsmama, since she’s the only person who pays any attention ;)) input. Having business cards will significantly improve my chances of having repeat or request work. I will accomplish possessing business cards before the end of the summer.

7. Angela and I live in a prime location for yard sales, so we’re going to discuss having one. Maybe a community one where my mom and her mom come over, Susan, Jeff, whoever and we all sell out of our yard. We’re all in a crunch, so we might as well do what we can to help one another.

That’s all for now. Can’t think anymore. I want to go home and nap, so I am.

Comments

Samsmama said…
I really hope everything works out well for you. Yes, mixing business with friends can make it not profitable. But, I'm like you, if I like ya I'm a total softie.

And I'd really like to thank you for getting that song stuck in my head.

Popular posts from this blog

Someone busier than you is running right now.

I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr

The heat is on...

I've got to admit, now that people are actively involved with following and commenting on this blog, I feel pressured to write legitimately interesting stuff. Some things that peeve me: 1. I typically don't complain about misspellings of my name, but after three years, my co-worker still doesn't know my name is spelled with one L. Whenever he writes a message for me, he directs it to "All-" ugh. Initially I thought, maybe this message is for ALL of us. Wrong. It's specifically for me, he just doesn't know it only has one L. And I bet a million pesos he also doesn't finish spelling it out because he doesn't know it ends in i-s-o-n. I mean, it is a tricky name after all. 2. I went grocery shopping yesterday. I had a list of five things to get in Publix: dog food, dog treats, Gatorade, wine, toilet paper. I came out with 15 things (I counted because I wondered if I could squeeze into the express check-out... nope). I came out with 15 things -- NONE of

603.

I never told you this story, but when I was a three, I had to have physical therapy for a broken femur. Every single day we drove to PT, we went over a small, fairly insignificant overpass with had a shopping plaza below it. The address for the shopping plaza was just barely visible over the bridge. And it was 603. And every single day as we went over, I would excitedly blurt out the numbers to show my mom I recognized them. This turned into a game for us. And eventually, a tradition. Fast forward into my "more grown up" ages ... like ... high school. And, if you could be a fly in my truck, you would have without a doubt witnessed me driving over the overpass by myself and, sure enough, I'd just say it ... "six oh three." Shortly after high school is when I met Seth, Tommy, Leif, Troy, and Jonesy in Gainesville. Still, there was no connection. Their friends and families came to visit, we then bonded, they returned home, and still, nothing. It wasn't until th