Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Why "Ruby Floy" ?

Artwork curtesy of Rebecca, my soon-to-be-5 year old stamper.

Anna emailed me," You need to do a post explaining the name of your etsy shop".

Okay, Anna, this one's for you. Hope you're reading!

Ruby Floy was the sign in name I came up with when I bought and sold (mostly sold than bought) stuff on ebay. It's my husband's paternal grandmother's name and sounded nice and old fashioned like the name of someone who would own an antiques shop. Grandma Thompson, who has never been in the retail business, is 87 now, a strong Nazerene woman who never forgets to encourage us to "seek Jesus first" in her monthly letter she writes in wibbly wobbly cursive handwriting. I don't think she knows I use her name because she's not up on all the internet stuff. She has never been on a computer. She won't even use the electric typewriter given her so her letters could be typed and legible. She even hand writes each of her Christmas letters.

Anyway, Ruby Floy became my etsy name by default. I wanted to buy a journal from Cindy of Useful Books, and to quickly register on etsy, I just used my ebay name. I didn't know I couldn't change my sign in name later (on ebay you can) and besides, I wasn't thinking about opening a shop at the time I registered. Now I think it's worked out fine. It's still a good name for someone who runs an antiques business, or in my case, a Junque Shoppe. Ha!

Ruby Floy

Your place for a la carte rummaging and affordable original art pieces.

I live a block away from our town's post office and even occasionally work there (yes it's true, I am the substitute post mistress!) so your purchase is mailed within 24 hours of payment.

I live in a small town where no one throws anything out, so I have a large inventory of vintage and antique stuff (that I can't post fast enough for sale!) that I sell for less than Big City prices just because I can. I always wanted to have an antiques store and now I have a virtul one. But not just any antiques store. One that caters to creative types like myself. I stock what I enjoy, so am pleased when someone else enjoys my stuff enough to buy it.

Life is good.

(Pssst, Patty. Time to start stocking the shelves of your etsy!)