I was all for this jewelry selling bit. Excited actually. Now I'm starting to get into the nitty gritty of it and I have a headache all the time!
I loved accounting in High School. I did bookkeeping for Rite Aid drugstore while I was in high school. They had a lead bookkeeper that was teaching me the ropes. I loved it.
I love organizing and keeping track of things, I have spreadsheets for beads I've bought. I'm so behind though it is making my head spin. I have the stress of back logging the beads I've bought before business, hurrying to do the ones I've bought recently (under the name of the business) and I told myself I have to do all this BEFORE I make anymore jewelry.
I seriously need to post some pictures and list on Etsy. I think that's what I'm supposed to do. I thought about selling off my blog but I think more people would feel comfortable buying from me on Etsy. With an actual shopping cart and shipping included. Aye Caramba!
I'm still certain that I want to do this but I worry that I'm trying to do to much all at once. Also as soon as I sit down to the computer to do ANY sort of 'work' the kids are at eachothers throats and my patience goes out the window!
I am toying with the idea of keeping bead inventory in a notebook that can travel with me, after I get all the computer invoice information typed in. I don't know what to do. Wasn't this supposed to be fun? Will it ever be fun again? Or is that business? Work work work!
Separately and without repercussion all the aspects of this business are fun, but now it has a lot more meaning. The IRS would have to see receipts, books well kept and inventory managed to agree that it is a hobby turned business.
I need a business advisor, or an accountant or a beader who successfully turned their hobby into a business, or All of the above to help me get direction before I'm so off the path I feel like abandoning the whole idea!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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Wow. I just get overwhelmed at the thought of making a couple of bags "under the table." I don't envy you, my dear! But I do admire you. Greatly.
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