I was on the bus and a young girl recognised my Cinnamoroll mascot on my walker
I made it from a kit and some personalization
Her mother asked if I sell them
And this has become a constant in my life
Do you sell them?
No
If I was to sell them I’d have to market myself
And figure out what I’m really worth
And deal with people telling me it’s too expensive
I don’t have a fire in me
I can’t sell myself
It’s a wonder I get through interviews for minimum wage stuff
And they’re not even good enough
I’d have to market myself as imperfect
Which I am, but
Consumers expect perfection
I am in no way a perfectionist
To stand on my own feet and decide my worth and fight for it
I’d have to believe things I make have value
Not that they don’t have personal value
But with, like, money
We hate money
I feel like it would almost cheapen them
Their value to me is more than what other people see
Like I might part with Blueberry if you gave me $500
Because then I could go make a second one and also eat for a week or so
You’d have to fight me over Dandelion
They’re special and unless you’re going to pay me enough to actually put a dent in my suffering why would I spend hours of my life crocheting only to never enjoy the result?
Nah
It’s not that I am worth that much
I’m just not going to sell a plushie that cost $40 in materials for $40
And I’m not willing to fight with people who think it should be that way
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