It’s the Little Things

How lovely is this?

It’s a new giclée print for my office, from TatiMagic Art on Etsy. I love making purchases from Etsy. There are some wonderful artists, makers and creative bods there. You find unique pieces you wouldn’t find in your bog standard shops AND you are supporting talented people in their business ventures. This Tarot Cat (his name is Mr Fantabulo!) is A4 in size, and I shall be taking it to the framer in town to have it properly framed. I think I might hang it on the door of my office. Just so people who enter therein know what they are getting!

The other lovely thing about buying on Etsy is that the seller quite often adds little extras to your order. Mostly it is in the form of a hand written ‘Thank you for supporting my business’ type note. But this one arrived yesterday with a little bonus print…

And a very good quality bookmark…

How sweet is that? It’s the sort of personal touch which makes me more inclined to return to the seller.

I’m still busy building the Hallo Tarot! website. It is almost complete and I am aiming to launch it within the next week. And this purchase from Etsy has already made me think about the little ‘extras’ I can give from my business. I’ve already made a tentative list (one item of which is bookmarks!) and ‘The Making of Thank You’s’ is on my business to do list, but quite near the bottom, because I have more pressing items to wrangle first. Like learning how to use Instagram properly, learning how to do an podcast at all, and taking photos for the website.

It’s all go go go! But I love it! As I said to a friend yesterday, I feel like I am on a chariot and it knows where it is taking me.

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