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It’s the Internet.

As I told Beca T. Weed today, “The Mayan calendar must be right. The end of the world is near!”

Whether I like it or not, I have joined Twitter.

As I explained on the With Care Facebook page:

It’s with deep soul searching that I’ve decided to abandon Facebook for the greene

r lands of Twitter. I didn’t really want to do it, my attention span is short enough as is and doesn’t need any encouragement. I know that Twitter can be a divisive topic. I’m sorry if I’m slighting anyone but I’d love to be able to offer With Care promotions and contests to more than 15-40 people without having to pay for access to the other 345-320, you know? I’ll leave all this goodness up for future internet archeologists to find and please feel free to add me to your buddies on Instagram or Twitter @withcarejewelry on both.

So. That’s kind of a bummer. A lot of people spent a lot of time working hard to promote their businesses and gain interested followers. It’s appalling to see the company that we made successful hold all of those connections hostage.

And now for my monthly Instagram photopuke.

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Ah, Facebook. Now I understand.


Perhaps you saw this come up or read about it this week? For a while now, I was wondering why it was that the With Care FB fan page, while not a terribly active thing but, at least, a nice way for me to share articles about cool stuff, was receiving a quickly ebbing number of views. Of course, in my infinite self-loathing and secretly kinda-low-self-esteem, I thought that Iwas the problem. “Ol Lame Liz, posting about stupid, lame, history shit that no one cares about. Same as it ever was.”, I would think to myself. Then I would sigh, maybe deeply. Then, I would get on with life because even though I am incredibly hard on myself, I can acknowledge that the sun does not rise and set thanks to Facebook.

Imagine my delight when, earlier this week, Dave shared the above link. Turns out that I’m not to blame for my sudden unpopularity: it’s all a play by Facebook to appease their inner capitalist! Ha! Yes! Now, allow us to take a break to admire one of my favorite t shirts:


Boy, do they! As accepting as I am of the harsh realities of making money, it really does sting to be knocked out of the way while someone is making their hand-over-fist grab.

While any decision may pass without consequence… like when I secretly sob into my shirt at 2am because I am over-worked, over-tired, and under-satisfied (but not when I drown those feelings in Milano cookies and stale-ish BBQ chips found in the back of the cupboard)… I still feel the need to consider whether I should put up with FB’s crap treatment or if I should add my opinion to the ranks of others who are tearing down the FB empire by just revoking their participation. And if I quit,  what next? Does anyone use Google+? Am I the only one who finds Twitter overwhelming as well as obnoxious? This blog and its 50 hits per day? The necessity of promotion has grown so much that to do without it seems unthinkable. Unprofessional. Serious artists also blog, twit, gram, and… god. I don’t know. What the hell else do those damn overachiever’s do? Pray?

Like, why can’t I just make jewelry? I spend the real majority of my mind power agonizing over trying to share what I’ve done with as many people as possible and I waste too many feelings when the number of responses come up short.

In the end, my ego will regenerate with surprising speediness. The ones who are really hurt are the fans. I bet that a lot of them would have really liked to win a new, jeweled headband or a charm bracelet that says “Go Away”. But to host a contest where only 40 out of 360 people (only11%?!) get to participate seems really unfair.

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More Problems with Publicity.

Aren’t those photos lovely?

And gee, doesn’t that bow tie look familiar? Oh yes. I think it does. Because I made it.

But you wouldn’t know that. The photographer who took this photo never credited me, despite listing her sources for the outfits used in this shoot. For the bow tie, it only sez: “Etsy”.  Lame.

But don’t fret. She never answered any of my emails, never paid me back for the priority shipping that enabled the tie to get to the shoot on time, and never, ever once thanked me. Double lame.


Problems with Publicity

My pal, Karen, was photographed by local pay-to-play rag, Providence Monthly. Not a reputable source for info by far, but they do have some very thorough distribution. Anyhow, Karen was photographed for an article and she was wearing one of my lockets! Rad.

However, in the photo they chose to print, her arm is up, covering the locket totally. See starred area:

So, yeah. Publicity and problems with publicity.


God Save the Queen

The good news is that I was mentioned in the Providence Phoenix’s review of the current show at AS220.

The bad news is that they misinterpreted the title, printing it as “God Save the Queen” instead of “God Shave the Queen”. So that pretty much killed the whole thing since it was a pun and probably makes me look even dumber than I already am. So it goes.

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