"What do you mean, you charge $150 an hour for story telling? I see you tell stories in the library for free all the time."
No. You see me telling stories as part of my JOB AT THE LIBRARY. Because it is occasionally part of my job description, it is also part of my salary. YOU want me to spend ten hours of my free time rehearsing ghost stories and then giving up three hours of my Saturday afternoon to come to your house and tell stories for an hour.
Now, story telling is among my passions, but I am not so passionate that I am going to spend precious free moments rehearsing stories I haven't told for a year out of the goodness of my heart.
The same woman said to me "Asking money for telling stories! I can do that myself."
Good luck lady. I have very bad, very off days where I cannot remember the stories I have been rehearsing for a week or three. And I KNOW what I'm doing. You? Not so much.
Wow. That is so cool. I had no idea you could hire someone to do that. Do you wear costumes? That would be the best Halloween party ever!
I started "making" clothes when I was 9. I wanted a great big skirt, so I made one out of garbage bags. then I started cutting up stuff from the thrift store and making other stuff. Mostly messes. I took my first sewing class when I was 10 and my Mother started hiring me out shortly thereafter (had to make back the price of the class plus all the clothes I ruined), so for about a year I sewed for a living, so to speak.
I got plenty of work, but there was always a dollar figure attached. I love crafting and have many interests, but requests for freebies are always denied unless it's something I'm completely willing to do. It might sound mercenary, but I learned from a young age that skills like knitting and sewing were valuable and even children deserved to be paid for them. It helped that my Great-great-grandmother wrote her life story, and one of the things she talked about was knitting mittens when she was 8 to help support her family.
Nobody in my current circle of friends knows I sew. I tell them the costumes I "find" were from the thrift store, cast-offs from the theater, or deals I got on-line. Not that I think they'd hit me up, but...
But it's the cooking that bugs me. I cook all the time, I don't want to be invited to someone else's house and cook too. I'm not a chef. I'm not going to teach your kids to cook, that's your job. If you're having a potluck I'm going to bring what I want to make, not what you order. I don't cater. If you want pickled whatever you're going to have to wait until pickle season. I'm not making ketchup in the heat of the summer, I don't care how much you're craving it.
I can't bake. I'm cursed. I can't make chocolate chips cookies from the package. I can make fondant, but not the cake. Clafoutis, but not the crust. People taste my baking and despair. Baking's not just work, it's magic.
Still want to get invited to any party where Yarnspinner is telling stories. Badly.