The kids gave us a Shutterfly gift certificate for Christmas. For all your amazing images, the card read.
“How does it work?” Ric asked.
I had no idea, so I visited the site. There are endless possibilities. I settled on a mug for Ric with six of his favourite photos, a travel mug for me with mine, and some magnets. I was so excited by the thought of actually possessing something with our images on it, that I forgot to apply the gift certificate.
So, of course, I had to order more. The good news: once you place an order, Shutterfly keeps sending you great offers to entice more business.
This time I decided to make a book of my images with poetry (it was a free offering), and I ordered a puzzle that will be fun to do with the grandkids, and a iPhone cover for Ric with a photo of a waterfall.
“We’d like a copy of the book,” our neighbours exclaimed when they saw it. “Where can we get one?”
“Maybe when we get home, we should look at renting a store front and producing some giftware and books featuring your work,” Ric suggested later.
I’ve had two stores in the past. I know how much work it takes. I think of my left arm, which will hardly lift a tea mug right now, and my limited energy. “Um, I don’t think so.”
And then later: “We do have room in the basement, we could order some product, store it there, and set up an Etsy account. Then all we have to do is deal with shipping, and find a company to manufacture our goods.”
“I’ll ask around,” Ric agreed.
Meanwhile, I’m editing the book.