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clevermanka) wrote2006-12-12 09:00 am
clevermanka) wrote2006-12-12 09:00 am
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Angry. And ill. And angry.
I have had it up to fucking here with the consignment process. I will never (and yeah, yeah, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rougewench "never say never" whatthefuckever) again attempt to sell anything through a second party unless bestill asks to sell my needlecases at a workshop.
Let me give you some history.
Many years ago, I put some of my jewelry in the gallery of the friend of a friend. This was a man (supposedly) fairly well respected in the KC art scene. He had three of my bracelets, we'd met at in-common friends' parties and I even took some stained glass classes with him, so I wasn't a stranger to him. One of my bracelets sold, but somehow he never got around to paying me. In a month or so the gallery closed and I never saw him, my money, or my other two bracelets.
When I moved back to Lawrence, I started working at a bead store downtown and had some of my jewelry and some clothing at the store. I figured that was safe because I worked there, right? Well one day I showed up for work and the store was cleared out. All my work gone and I was stuck with over $1,500 of fabric that I'd purchased with the intent to make clothing to sell at the store.
And now my most recent fiasco. I put out a call to local artist friends asking if anyone they knew had a booth at the Bizarre Bazzar this year because I wanted to try to sell some of my needle cases. A friend gave me the name of someone and I should have known it was a bad idea because she was very difficult to reach and failed to meet when she said. But because I am a moron I figured oh it was just flighty artists and gave her the benefit of the doubt. Three weeks and two emails after the Bazzar, I finally got this response today:
Sorry not to have responded sooner. I don't yet have the money,
but I'll try to get it before tomorrow afternoon. Will you be here then?
And could you let me know how many you sent with me? I didn't count them,
and now there's some confusion. There were three marked down as sold, but
those who wrapped things up at the end of the day thought one of those was
held back for a woman who didn't return to get it. So they didn't include
payment for that one in my share. (She later contacted Gxxx to ask for it,
and I gave the bag back to Gxxx so she could sell it.) I pointed out that
all three were in my handwriting, and that I didn't knowingly enter anything
that hadn't yet been paid for.
When I handed over the cases, I specifically asked if I needed to mark the cases with my name or some sort of tag. I was told no.
I am finished with dealing with second parties and go-betweens ('cept you,bestill). This takes the goddamned fucking cake. What the hell is wrong with people? Seriously. What the fucking hell.
Oh yeah, and I really am coming down with some sort of cold. Hurrah.
rougewench "never say never" whatthefuckever) again attempt to sell anything through a second party unless bestill asks to sell my needlecases at a workshop.Let me give you some history.
Many years ago, I put some of my jewelry in the gallery of the friend of a friend. This was a man (supposedly) fairly well respected in the KC art scene. He had three of my bracelets, we'd met at in-common friends' parties and I even took some stained glass classes with him, so I wasn't a stranger to him. One of my bracelets sold, but somehow he never got around to paying me. In a month or so the gallery closed and I never saw him, my money, or my other two bracelets.
When I moved back to Lawrence, I started working at a bead store downtown and had some of my jewelry and some clothing at the store. I figured that was safe because I worked there, right? Well one day I showed up for work and the store was cleared out. All my work gone and I was stuck with over $1,500 of fabric that I'd purchased with the intent to make clothing to sell at the store.
And now my most recent fiasco. I put out a call to local artist friends asking if anyone they knew had a booth at the Bizarre Bazzar this year because I wanted to try to sell some of my needle cases. A friend gave me the name of someone and I should have known it was a bad idea because she was very difficult to reach and failed to meet when she said. But because I am a moron I figured oh it was just flighty artists and gave her the benefit of the doubt. Three weeks and two emails after the Bazzar, I finally got this response today:
but I'll try to get it before tomorrow afternoon. Will you be here then?
And could you let me know how many you sent with me? I didn't count them,
and now there's some confusion. There were three marked down as sold, but
those who wrapped things up at the end of the day thought one of those was
held back for a woman who didn't return to get it. So they didn't include
payment for that one in my share. (She later contacted Gxxx to ask for it,
and I gave the bag back to Gxxx so she could sell it.) I pointed out that
all three were in my handwriting, and that I didn't knowingly enter anything
that hadn't yet been paid for.
When I handed over the cases, I specifically asked if I needed to mark the cases with my name or some sort of tag. I was told no.
I am finished with dealing with second parties and go-betweens ('cept you,
bestill). This takes the goddamned fucking cake. What the hell is wrong with people? Seriously. What the fucking hell.Oh yeah, and I really am coming down with some sort of cold. Hurrah.