So, it's been almost a week since my last post... It's been a busy week, but not for the reasons that I had hoped. I hoped that I would post my monkeys online and people would love them and line up around the block like I had the last box of brand new iPhone's in North America... but that was clearly just a dream. I realized, after a few days of watching nothing happen on my Etsy page that people have to be able to "see" my shop to fall in love and unfortunately aside from the people on my facebook, a few friends not on facebook and a few friends of friends... no one else had taken notice.
There are millions of things on Etsy - for real, I think. When you search "sock monkey" 10,472 items come up. That's 250 pages of sock monkeys and sock monkey related items (from banners to patterns). I have no idea where mine fall in all of this... and I promise you that I would cry if I had to look through to figure it out...
So I purchased a week long ad hoping that it would help 'put my product out there'... today, my light grey striped monkey, photographed in his most sexy George Costanza pose, is sitting at the top of page five. I have also been advertising on my new Twitter account, but I seem to be more popular with female bodybuilders and what I believe to be men posed as women who "think about sex more than their male friends" than with the crafters or people that could help spread my monkeys across the world wide web.
Seriously, this is hard. I mean, I'm really lucky to have some really supportive people in my life, some of which have personally purchased custom monkeys from me (outside of Etsy) but how do you get 'Joe Blow' to find your terribly cute and adorable homeless monkeys and want to take one (or three?) home? I guess this is why there are so many blog entries on Etsy about 'how to succeed' as a shop owner. I'm going to have to do some reading.
On a lighter, much more fun note - I am puppysitting this week. Puppies! TWO of them. I haven't had to take care of a puppy since I adopted my girl, EIGHT years ago! She was the worst puppy in the world. The whole world. She was impossible to house train, she ran away anytime you opened a door even a crack, she learned how to unlock her kennel right away and let herself out when I wasn't home, and she chewed virtually anything. Well, except my shoes... she is a girl of my own heart. They say with kids that if you have a good baby it will be bad once it's older and if it's a bad baby it will be good once it's older (is it weird that I am calling babies "it"?) such is true with my girl. Now that Roxie is eight, she is a dream... aside from her insane jealousy I wouldn't change a thing about her.

Back to my puppysitting... I had forgotten how much different it is with a puppy, they cry because they want you to hold them, they pee on the floor because the door they go out at home doesn't look like your door at work and they get into everything. This is going to be an interesting week... today has been good because they are enjoying extra nap times from being so pooped from their explorations, but I have a feeling this won't continue thru the week. Good news is, if they are hooligans I will also be exhausted... and maybe sleep through the night, which would be a relief because right now my hubby is Sicky McSickerson and he is keeping me awake!!