I happen to like my cards...

After a year of substantial work and money...I have made approximately 100 dollars selling my greeting cards. The buyer? My mom.
(sigh)
I have not one sale other than that, I admit rather sheepishly. You see, I had this grand idea that the public would enjoy my cards, but I'm gathering that nobody thinks the baby Jesus expressed in the form of a tiny stick figure surrounded by sheep is....funny. Let's break it down: The cards are locally made, hand painted, cut, folded and packaged with as much care and attention to detail as possible with the resources I have available. And so I stand by them. (pausing to think)
Ya, I think they are good. 
Generally, I make fun of myself. I don't take my "art" or really any part of my life all that seriously. However I would be lying if I said I hadn't high hopes that these cards would wind up on shelves somewhere. I could even be content with little or no profit...if only to have reached that goal...cards are on the shelves.
Rejection aint fun ladies and gents. I've certainly had my share of it. I'm no tragic figure with a great knack for painting water lilies or writing grand novels while I pondering my hatred for women and love of bull fighting. I'm just a bored girl who figures she should turn all that doodling during math class into some good. 
And good it shall be. If even just for myself, 


Here is what my cards will NEVER be:


1. covered in glitter
2. pop out into a stand alone vintage kitty wearing a hat
3. say "bringing sexy back" on them with a picture a nude stick figure on the front...wait...
4. okay number 3 was actually a great idea
5. just kidding
6. cost more than a pair of earrings
7. cost less than a pair of earrings from forever 21
8. have owls on them
9. make political statements
10. Hooray for Obama!
11. be covered in glitter


Other than that I just may shamelessly pull out every stop in the book. Maybe. Hopefully not.
PEACE OUT