So everything was falling into place. I was going to be a hooker. My grandmother had always told me that if she had her life to do over she would've had no children and been a stripper. I figured doing a craft called 'hooking' was close enough to living her dream. Thanks for the support Gram.
But where oh where was I going to sell myself? I can't commute to Times Square. And as I don't like to fly Amsterdam is out. Luckily a friend suggested Etsy. I had never heard of it. I'd never been a buyer. I didn't even know how to pronounce it. Eetsy beetsy spider? Etsy breaky heart? Chesty B-Etsy? Yes, that one sounds right. (B)Etsy.
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