Still I am so nervous about not having that proverbial job. When you are an artist trying to make a living you feel like your out on a limb all the time. My husband is a conventional person who believes in 9 to 5. Trying to make him understand this is my job is quite daunting at times. He is giving up part of his man cave so that I can do pottery. As he sees me make more money, he gives me more space. I just got an order for, you are not going to believe a sixty year old woman that makes pottery does this, hookah pipes. You know the top part of the hookah. I turned it down at first. But the interesting part is he wants a standing order, for now, of 100 per month. He wanted more, but that's why I turned him down. I told him it would ruin my creativity as a potter. He calls back and offers me more money and only a 100 per....I just couldn't turn that down. It will be good to make a little profit and xtra cash for my supplies and experiments.
You can see that I need to talk him into selling his little Dune buggy. Even though he never uses it, he just can't seem to part with it, yet. I am working on it. The more I sell the more space I get. I have learned to be quite frugal with my space. And clean up constantly. That makes him happy.